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It was a college town. Casey didn’t have anything against college towns. She was still a few years off from being mistaken for a student, but it was easier for her to blend in here than in other places. Most people didn’t give her a second glance. She was glad for that.
The bus schedule was wrinkled, but she smoothed it out and peered at the times. There wouldn’t be another one for a while, so she was on her own for at least an hour. Time to explore.
She shoved the dingy paper into the open zipper of her ratty backpack and pulled it up over her shoulder, liberating strands of blonde hair before they snagged. With a critical eye, Casey searched her surroundings. There was a store, nearby, but too close. She only had enough money for the bus, and stealing food from somewhere so close was risky, especially if someone noticed her.
Shoving her hands into her pockets, the teenager started to walk, head tucked down but aware at all times of what was going on around her. She’d find another place to steal something to eat. It was just a matter of being patient.
