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Layne
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Standing there on the side of the road at 2am, Rachel wondered what was going to happen. She had run away in the middle of the night, having no plans other than to catch a ride as far as she could. Last night she hadn't slept at all, and the night before was only a few hours. She probably should have rested for a few hours before hitting the road, but she wasn't patient enough. It was time to get out of town before they realized she was gone. She sighed and hopped up and down a bit to warm herself up, annoyed that her sweater wasn't keeping her toasty. It was gray stripped, but thin. Beneath it she wore a plain black tank top, paired with snug jeans. Her black backpack was small but full, and her black hat kept her brown curls hidden and out of her face.
"Come on.. Come on.." she muttered to herself, trudging along the sidewalk. At this late hour in such a small town, the prospect of hitching a ride were slim. She sighed and hung her head, about to give up when she noticed her shadow changed. Whirling around, she saw headlights approaching. Sticking her thumb out hopefully, she was dancing around internally as the vehicle began slowing down. She could tell it was a truck, but she didn't bother examining what it was carrying.
"Where you headed?" the driver asked gruffly as she opened the door. He was an older man, with a full beard that was snow white and a big belly that made her think he loved to laugh.
"Anywhere but here," Rachel replied, settling into the seat and buckling up. The driver laughed and started driving again, following behind a truck that had passed them. Were they in some sort of caravan? She shrugged it off and spoke a bit to the driver, who she learned was David. Soon, the older man fell silent and turned up the radio. It wasn't to tune her out, they had simply run out of safe topics to discuss. Rachel yawned and settled back in the seat, asleep before she realized it.
"Come on.. Come on.." she muttered to herself, trudging along the sidewalk. At this late hour in such a small town, the prospect of hitching a ride were slim. She sighed and hung her head, about to give up when she noticed her shadow changed. Whirling around, she saw headlights approaching. Sticking her thumb out hopefully, she was dancing around internally as the vehicle began slowing down. She could tell it was a truck, but she didn't bother examining what it was carrying.
"Where you headed?" the driver asked gruffly as she opened the door. He was an older man, with a full beard that was snow white and a big belly that made her think he loved to laugh.
"Anywhere but here," Rachel replied, settling into the seat and buckling up. The driver laughed and started driving again, following behind a truck that had passed them. Were they in some sort of caravan? She shrugged it off and spoke a bit to the driver, who she learned was David. Soon, the older man fell silent and turned up the radio. It wasn't to tune her out, they had simply run out of safe topics to discuss. Rachel yawned and settled back in the seat, asleep before she realized it.