My ride is here

Date: 1/12/2021

I'm at a neighborhood around a giant grassy hill. It includes an old mansion and a curving street around it. In the house, there's my friend's mom and tons of cats. My sister is here too and we pack up our things to go. My food here hasn't been kept in the freezer like i need. My friend's mom just threw it on top of my backpack. It's stuff like shrimp that won't last outside of the freezer. I get ready to go with my sister and learn that i don't have a ride. I go to the edge of the hill to wait and spell the name of the town I'm from to a lady for what seems like a million times. I finally write it for her realizing it's probably a language barrier. I go to the end of the street where the hill descends into the grass. There's a car crashed sightly down and out of view. A boy and a girl had been there are there are some records from the two of them scattered among the wreckage. It's stuff i liked. I don't think anyone has reported the crash even though it doesn't look new. I notice a finger embedded in the grass. I decide i need to tell someone and I do. There's another industrial building nearby where I find Blas. He's installing a reja and I tell him about how Colo guy his stolen while trying to install it to keep out thieves. Blas tells me about how his mistake was trying to have something that kept other people from also accessing the same things. Like his taking of an item was in a way stealing from someone else. They feel like wise words.