Guess who's sick and pretty sure she's actually dying? Yup, me.

(What I'm listening to: Dangerous Woman -- Ariana Grande)

~ Peaches

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It's been a while since we first left. We'd made it all the way to Pennsylvania, and things were looking like they were going to be okay. At least.... that's what we thought.

"Riley?"

"Hm?"

"Where's the money?"

I look up to see Maya checking every pocket on our single bag, panic starting to rise in my chest. "What do you mean? It was in the bag."

"Yeah, well, now it's -- Fuck." She stands up, walking over to the door. The lock is unlatched. "Someone stole our money, Riley."

No. No, this can't be true. We must have just misplaced it.

"Check the --"

"I checked the entire bag, and your pockets, and everywhere in the room. It's gone."

Where are we going to sleep? How are we going to eat? We've gotten all the way to Philadelphia, and now things decide to go wrong.

Maya flops onto the bed, her face falling into her hands. "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I forgot to lock the door last night."

"It's okay," I reassure, sitting next to her. "Maybe we could, I don't know.... find someone to stay with. If even for just a few days."

She looks up at me. "Like anyone would want to take in two homeless girls."

I shrug, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Philadelphia is a big city, there's bound to be at least one person nice enough to let us stay with them."

"You think?"

"I know." I smile at her and she smiles back, letting out a deep sigh.

"Okay. We'll go out into the city later."

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Thank you to the fabulous humans who gave me chapter ideas. Ya'll are the shit.