Runaway Studies Books of Her Idol In Library

To diary: Mama, by now, I suspect you are on my trail to Phoenix, however I do think you figured it all out-the red herrings... and are instead on the right path to Seattle. A part me wants to challenge you. As much as you are in pursuit of me, I am in pursuit of reading about Evelyn Lau, teenage runaway and poet... for the second time. To diary: I Got tree sap, aka hotel front desk worker, for another blanket. It's too easy, mama. Watch."Ma'am, my mother in room 101 request a blanket and pillow," and like clockwork she gave it to me, then I pause, "ma'am can we also get some toothbrushes and toothpaste" and like clockwork she gave it to me. What a tree sap. Although this time our eyes met and I think she's onto me. But that didn't stop me from taking a green apple and newspaper. mama, let me tell you these come in handy... let me tell you... oh, oh i just figured it out, the lobby's the first floor there can't be a room 101. She's playing me. What else is new. Today I went to the library sitting at a nook quite contrary reading a book the staff was cold as ice i say screw the kiddie section my answer not so nice why is this the wrong direction it's hard being eleven where their prying eyes on me being adult smart they try to befriend and spy the books I read the information I consort the knowledge I feed the ideologies I support baby girl plays the sham changing the Lau book with green eggs and ham and returning their looks this is all too irony sleeping on the streets dealing with their tyranny and trying to be upbeat I pass these books and nooks I say She who forges her own path being mistook wields her own fate with upending wrath to being one of the greats Paris Pachecho connie pachecho 12/30/16