From Chapter One, Page 2:
It was an endless interstate that ran for miles and miles to places I had never been. Places I had only heard about. Places that were forbidden. Places that seemed impossible.
My parents were perfectly content in this town – it was a big metropolis compared to the towns they grew up in. And moving somewhere else was pointless, because Jesus was coming back any day. My mother said to be ready. I shared her excitement of his return. I wanted him to come back. I wanted him to destroy everything and take me away from all of this. Anything was better.
But Jesus hadn’t come back yet…and it was really pissing me off!
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