The roofs around me are steaming. The sun is so bright without a cloud in the sky yet it is freezing. Just one foot in front of the other, I have to keep moving. I can’t stop to rest even though my feet are on fire from walking on the rough pavement for the last two hours bare foot. My clothes are barely rags on my tired body. My hair is full dirt and what smells like, rat feces. I haven’t seen a bar of soap since Christmas four months ago… I’ve lost any kind of pride that I might have had from running away from that horrid place. My soul is withering away, and so is my will to stay alive… My name is Jennifer Rose Dawson and I am 18 years old. I have been on the road for the past three years of my life. I guess I am looking for an adventure, a new life, I am looking for myself. All I know is that I needed to get out. I needed to get away from that horrible place. That unrighteous lifestyle that I was forced to be apart of.