You figure that if someone has been missing for ages, they'd at least post your picture on the side of a milk carton or something.
I've been stuck in this yucky place for ages. I thought it would be cool to hang out with some older kids. Older kids really aren't that much cooler, I have learned.
They left me all alone in this town I've never been.
The floor is sticky in this tavern. I'm not even sure they care that I'm underage and hanging out here. The guy that works behind the counter sells nothing but bread. Yes, you heard me, bread. I've only a few coins left in my pocket, and I hate that I'm spending it on .... you know it ..... bread.
I guess the only way to get out of here is to go into the unknown. Wish me luck!
