After many snowstorms, and a week and a half in two other states, I finally made it to New York! I sat down and wrote in my journal a letter to my siblings, I addressed it to my sister, and told her everything in the first one, no parents, only siblings. I got it from this really nice family in Vermont, they forced me inside right before the big blizzard really happened, I had to stay there for Christmas then the day after they made me stay even though the the blizzard was gone. Then they came back and gave it to me and let me left with more food and mail stuff like envelopes and stamps. I ripped out the page after writing on it and went to the nearest mailbox and sent it.
I know that the camp was in New York, where though? New York was big. I might be here, but I'm not done yet, it was said to be a magical camp, and the mist, fuck, the mist could hide it anywhere. I think my mom would've provided better location if she really wanted me there, she honestly probably did. That's when I see something, a donkey, what could that mean?
I heard it bray, and people looked at it like you would a stray dog barking, sad or, for most I saw, disgusted. I gave them the same look, and walked over, with Rome in my arms. She was now to big to fit in my pockets, and too wily, but she had no fixtured place to stay to, so I had to hold her most of the time, annoying her and me. The donkey had a name tag, like that would help, thanks to my dyslexia the letters looked like they were on a sugar high they would never get out of. I squinted and tried, but nothing made sense, I attempted, "Doppin, Doddin, Dobblin, Dobbin?"
The donkey seemed to refuse everyone except Dobbin, I smiled, I think I got it right, or he was just to tired of telling me I'm wrong. He turned around and as he did a saw something fling past me, a rope, was now dragging along the sidewalk. I grabbed it, and followed. I put Rome in the basket on him, Hestia must have put it on for Rome, was she watching, did she really care? The (still) kitten instantly curled up and fell asleep.
By the time we made it out of the city, and to the beach next to a tree, overlooking a cabin, my legs were sore. The donkey wriggled out of my grip and disappeared, leaving me with a basket in which my cat was now eager to get out of, and a beautiful sunset whee the sky was painted a pink as the sun went down. I supposed the only thing left was to go past the tree, and hope I could find the camp, and as soon as I walked past, I did.