Chapter 2
I knew I looked odd when I arrived on campus later that evening, especially since I was sweaty from the bus ride and half-mile walk from the stop. I didn’t own a car, though I had a license. I needed to save every penny, especially now, with this new phase in my life. I carried everything I owned with me, along with the handprint on my face. My cheek was throbbing, a reminder that my dad was an unforgiving, close-minded bastard.
A friend would have been good to have right then, but I’d always been too busy with family and school to forge anything lasting. And I’d lived at home the entire time, commuting by bus daily.
Because of the chaos around me, excited parents and relatives on campus for tomorrow’s graduation, I figured I’d be able to find a place to crash for the night, a
