I made a new friend. Her name is Angela, but everybody calls her Angel. She’s really nice and she’s always going around calling everybody Babe. And she reminds me a lot of Betty, ’cause she’s always trying to take care of me and make sure that I don’t get in any trouble. But I don’t even know why she lets me hang around with her, ’cause it seems I’m always getting in her way. And if I’m not in her way, then I’m running to catch up. I think maybe she just feels sorry for me, and she doesn’t know what else to do. If it wasn’t for her I’d be more scared then I am now, and I’ve never been so scared in all my life. But no matter how scared I am, and no matter how bad things get, I’m never going back home again. Not after what he did to me. I’m never gonna let him touch me like that again, for as long as I live, even if I live to be a hundred. But even a hundred years won’t change what he did to me.
I’ve been staying up all night, just walking around, trying to keep warm, looking for a place to sleep. Most of the time I don’t even sleep at all, and when I do it’s just for a couple hours. But last night I met this guy and he rented a room in a motel, and he said I could stay there if I wanted. But he’s gone now, and I don’t know where I’m gonna be tomorrow. Angel said I could probably make some good money, if I wasn’t so lazy and didn’t spend all my time sitting around on my ass. But if this is what I have to do to make money to stay alive, then I better get used to going hungry, ’cause I don’t wanna do this anymore.
Carla hasn’t said anything to Angel about me. I guess I must have passed the audition.