JACOB
The ride was bumpy and the tiny space between the layers of the cart floors didn't leave much room to make ourselves comfortable. We found ourselves pressed close together between our flattened backpacks. In the rush to get moving I ended up in the middle, lying flat on my stomach with Vivian and Esmeralda pressed against me from both sides. Although only our arms and legs were touching each other, I couldn't help but be supremely aware of the contact between our bodies. I tried to ignore it, but each bump on the road had our bodies rubbing against each other. Why didn't I take a position to the side? Perhaps I'd gotten too used to being at the center of everything, due to how the society here treated us.
