Stray: Memoir of a Runaway

by Tanya Marquardt

I was blind to everything but hatred.

In a way, it was like any other day, the slow buzzing anxiety ever present to the point of numbing me.

“We should just quit. This is crazy,” I said. “What’s the point? We’re all firing nails into our coffins no matter what we do. Some of us are just nailing the pegs in a little faster, that’s all.”