Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave my friend at Basketball America because I was mad at him, but I didn't realize that until I was lost on the dark streets of Lake Orion. Shady gas stations, sketchy people. Cold. Wet. Tired. Hungry. Thirsty. It was pouring rain, I didn't even care about how much trouble I was going to be in when I got home, or how long I was going to be grounded. The adrenaline was the only thing that kept me going. The only thing keeping me somewhat warm in my skimpy t-shirt and shorts was the anger pulsing through my veins. I never realized how happy a person could be to see lights, stop lights. I wasn't close at all to being in town, and I wasn't about to walk back to the liquor store I stopped at to use the bathroom to ask for directions. So everytime I saw lights it meant there was a chance to see stores or gas stations, or people. So I could use a phone. The misleading lights made me even more angry. All there was was more and more road. There was no bike paths so I was walking really close to the road, swearing at the cars that passed to close to me and honked. I kept walking and walking, my legs numb. I see a white square about 200 feet ahead and I don't get my hopes up about it being anything special but I find myself running towards it. I see people coming out of a tiny church. I run up to one of the girls and start crying in her arms. It turns out I kind of knew her from school. I got into the church and they give me a blanket, water and food. They drove me home, when I got there I went straight to my room and without even talking to my parents I collapse in my bed. That day I realized how far I was willing to go to survive and to get home safe. And it was 15 miles. Since then I have become smarter about where I go, how I get there, and how I get back.