I look at the far road ahead and I think about where I am going. I don't think i want to go to Mexico. I want somewhere I can blend easily and have fun as I try to bring myself back to life.
The duffel bag catches my attention and I rummage it with my on hand as the other is on the steering wheel.
My hand finds the ID card and I pull it out. I look at it and I look at it. I am now Laura, from Louisiana. I have never been in Louisiana.
I am a city girl and I think I will flourish so well in New Orleans. I have never been there though. I rummage some more and I find some money too. It's not enough to help me start up completely, if I am to guess this would cover a few days in the motel and food. Two weeks at most.
I think about it and I decide that this will be enough to pay my flight and to days before I find something else to do. I am now on my own and I have to do everything to take care of myself.
