Spencer came by again. I used to not even remember his name and now I can't seem to recall a day that he wasn't stopping by to "check on me", as I assume you could call it. He took me out to get free waffles and wore those stupid dirty clothes of his. I know he's just trying to make me feel better about my clothes. I just wish he would realize that I chose this. I glance over at my box of things. Buried in that box you can find some decent clothes, a few torn up pictures, a blanket, and some extra cash. He just expects so little of me. He doesn't see that maybe I was sick of dressing up every day and pretending my family still cares about me. I'm trying to understand him but sometimes it's just not necessary. I appreciate the waffles and all of that. I just don't know what he's expecting in return from me. I guess we'll just see.
After the waffles and after Spencer walked me home, I crawled into my little corner and fell fast asleep. I haven't napped for that long in awhile. I had so many dreams that afternoon, I couldn't even remember who I was when I woke up. Then it all came back and I decided to get some air. By that I mean air that doesn't reek of the Castle Apartments dumpster.
I walked down the street and watched every one shouting about a little traffic jam. It was a little nippy outside, but I didn't mind. I liked the cold. I grew up in the north for awhile so it didn't really compare. It's always entertaining to watch everyone's judgmental faces as they scan me over. I'm sure I'm interesting to look at and I'm sure they have a million questions. How does a seventeen year old end up homeless? Where are her parents? Why doesn't she try? I chuckle at the thought. Maybe I should get a job. Maybe...
I walked by Johnny's and hear a radio playing. I think it was Radiohead but I couldn't decipher which song. I turned around, looked at my feet, and headed back for my cave.
