Home was crowded. Mom kept having babies. Was at the park and heard about a group that was going to try to get to a place called mount holbston. Supposed to be better. Supposed to not be a shanty community. Dad caught up to me. To late to get off boat and take me back. Boat sank. Dad did not make it. Trail to shack I found visible from beach. Not a lot inside. Rocking chair, typewriter, mirror, bowl for toilet, wash basin, rusted fridge, candles. door, broken, does not close. Do not know what rusted metal is. I keep away. I stay out of sight of people. Mom always said unsafe for teens alone. I worry what will happen if found. Woman who helped me get out of the water calls. I lie. I say dad is okay and out. One day wake up feeling different. I realize it's transition day. I realize I like dogs.
Determined to get people to stay to grow town.
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