Please, I can’t walk anymore. I’m so thirsty. Starving. When are we going to take a break? It’s so hot. I can feel my skin blistering. My lips are so dry and cracked, I can taste blood. OW! When are we going to stop? Please! If only we could stop long enough for me to catch my breath. I can’t breathe. The air. So dry….So hot…Why won’t they just let us take a break?! Why are they being so cruel and hateful to me? WHY WON’T THEY GIVE ME SOME FOOD?!!! It wasn’t my fault that the others died. I did what any other person in my position would’ve done. Those mean girls just don’t like me. They think my size means I don’t need anymore food. I bet they are just waiting for me to drop dead so that they will have more food and water for themselves. They think they’re smart. Well, they can be hateful; hurtful. But, little do they know that I have a secret and when the time is right I don’t intend to share it.