Chapter one:

My name is Camila im curently 18 years old living in Detroit in a small motel that smells like actual ass and cocaine. Mateo moved away after 8th grade. I hadn't seen him since. After he left my grades started to drop and I started to do drugs. The last thing Mateo gave me before he left was a dollar and said,

"If you keep this one day I will come back. If you loose it, you will never see me again."

Its been 5 years and I still kept it, hoping one day he would come back. I went outside of my motel room and as usual people were doing heroine and smoking weed right in the parking lot. I left to go to work at the gas station across the street, The only people that came were people looking to buy vapes or cigetettes. I went home and went up to my room, I saw that the door was open and figured that the lock had been broken, until i saw little pieces of wood from the door on the floor. I thought that people were either trashing the place having sEx oN mY bEd >:C or doing drugs and finding some where to hide the evidence, I walked in ready to confront them but no one was there. Instead I found a piece of paper laying on my bed saying to go to an adress, I had just got home from work so I decided to take a shower and get changed. I put on a black and bleached cropped sweatshirt and some black leggings, I also wore my baby blue high top Vans and put my hair in two french braids. I grabed my backpack which contained my phone, weed, Keys, and a small bottle of Vodika. I left my room and locked the door, Asking myself if I should really go. My head said I NEEDED to go but my stomach felt like I was going to throw up. I left and started walking, and soon found out why my head was in the right place but my stomach wasn't.