Time to discover! (2)

I was still starring at the beauty when I felt the warmth of the blazzing sun. I had stayed, starring, all night. My heart felt a stroke of saddenss when I finally realized that I had to move on. Escape from the tight clench of the beauty that had sucked me in. I felt sad and I wondered `will I ever be happy again?` and I disided that as I move on the beauty will only grow. When I spoted a river next to the ocean I dicided, before I leave, I should wash up; there is certain benifits if you were clean, people wouldn't suspect you as much. As I take out my cake of soap, take of my clothes and start washing I feel nice and start from a gentil stroke, to a violent scrub. More and more I fell more free so I scrubed every part of my body so hard that I thought my skin was going to come off. Scrubing and scubing I feel I have to get rid of the smell and even feel of the camp. I wanted to make it seem as if I had never been in there; no evidence that I was in a place lke that at all. After minutes of scrubing I stop and realize there is nothing left to clean, there is not one trace that I have been in that camp. The day had begun and because I had been starring at the beauty all night I would need a nap, as my clothes dried, to keep up my strength. When I woke up I felt like a different person, a real boy, I felt like I belonged somewhere. It was time to move on; I pulled out my compass from my bundle and start headding the way the man had told me