10 April 2012
My clothes were soaking wet, I had no idea where I was and I had no money to get home. I was standing in a toilet at a garage, my clothes dripping onto the dirty floor. My long blonde hair had started to go curly and was sticking to my face and body. My grey eyes were bloodshot from where I had been crying not long ago and quite frankly, I looked a mess. I had been in this toilet room for just over half an hour and the owners were starting to get restless but where else was I supposed to go? It's not like I could fly home, well not yet anyway. I just needed to calm down and find out how far from home I was. Hopefully I wasn't too far.
Flightless :1 • Opuss № I