This part of the story makes me think about people who belong to a community but dosn’t feel like they are a part of it anymore, someone with no sanctuary.

“I was half indian in one place and half white in the other. I felt like i belong to wellpinit but im not respected there but i also belong in reardan with penelope but i know i dont belong there. This is what it feels like to be someone without anywhere to go.”

“Later that night, at home, i grew more saddened about the loss of my best friend, Rowdy. He was always there to talk to and now i dont have anyone. I would wish for my relationship with gordy to fill the void Rowdy’s left, but i know that noone could ever replace him.”

I try to fill Rowdy’s void with penelope but i still cant get her to love me. My life shattering with every step i take further from rowdy. He was always the one to hold me together in one piece, metaphorically and physically.