Sierra

Sierra screamed and woke from her nightmare. She gasped for breath. Looking around, she realized it was only a nightmare.

Sierra began to cry, sobbing until she couldn't cry anymore. Then she got up and grabbed her backpack. Sierra took some of the strange food and put it in her pack.

Inside it, she also had any sort of tool any runaway could want. Scissors, a journal to log her travels, a compass, glue, a pocketknife, a screwdriver, and, of course, duct tape. And some weird bronze knife.   And a photo album of better times. But Sierra didn't want to look at it. It only brought sadness, pain, guilt, and shame.

Once Sierra had everything ready, she set out. She took out her compass and headed north. Her internal compass would show her the way, but the regular compass was to show where she was actually going.

Sierra left the woods and came out on a hill. The hill overlooked a gigantic city. "New york city. I'm getting closer." She murmured to herself.