So I took his car. And a lot of his money. Took that all down in LA, before driving up to San Francisco. It's weird that in a car with tinted windows you can drive really fast up Route 5 without ever being pulled over if you're a minor. I guess BMWs have some kind of special pass as far as the cops are concerned - or that there weren't any cops on Route 5.
I abandoned the car just outside San Francisco, and headed to Pier 39. It did look like the pictures I saw online when I had to do that stupid social studies report. There wasn't much of what I was looking for, so I asked around and found a good youth hostel near Union Square. It costs me about $17 a night, or $110 for a full week.
Its just that a week is all I can get.
I just wonder how long until I have to face more demons again. I didn't expect them where I found them last.
I miss home. But its not home anymore. I don't have a family. I have a robot. Who doesn't care about me or my opinions. I have friends, except they are all older than me (except Kayla and Chloe), and a dead boyfriend who I'm going to have to kill again.
I don't have a home.
I'm sure mom would be disappointed. But she's not here.
I'm sure Giles would be disappointed. But he's not here either.
And dad? I don't care what he thinks anymore.
Buffy managed to live this way for a few months. I'm smarter than her - I can do this longer. Because unlike her, I have nowhere to go back to. So I'm going to have to do it, for longer.