I looked and saw an enlarged map of the town and above it read, ‘Mineral Springs, Pennsylvania’.
“Dude we’re in Pennsylvania! That’s like a quarter of the way there.” Meek said.
“Yeah, well now we’ll get shipped back home and probably thrown in jail.” I sulked.
Before I knew it, I was being pulled by the arm toward the open door. We were running down the street before my brain even realized what we had just done.
“THIS IS A BAD IDEA!” I shouted behind Meek.
“I TOLD YOU YESTERDAY THAT I’M GETTING US TO CALIFORNIA EVEN IF IT KILLS US.” Meek shouted back.
We quickly ran between two buildings and started down an alley hoping that once the sheriff realized we had escaped she wouldn’t know where to look for us.
“But we got no food, no money, and no dirt bike!” I said while trying to keep up with Meek whose legs were longer than mine were.
“Over there, come on!” he pointed.
I followed him toward a train, which was moving incredibly slow.
“You’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking?” I asked.
He was and we did exactly what I thought he was thinking. We caught up to and jumped into an open boxcar.
“This is so not right!” I said, “This is the sort of stuff that happens in the movies!”
“Hey, we’re on the train aren’t we?” Meek laughed and popped me in the hip jovially.
“Yeah but how do we know where we’re going now?” I asked while playfully swatting his hand away.
Meek smiled and pulled from his pants pocket…
“THE COMPASS!” I shouted, “How’d you get that?”
“I was messing with it when I was filling up the bike and instead of putting it back on the bike, I stuffed in my pants pocket.”
He moved into the light and studied the compass.
“You’re not going to believe this.” He said.
“Now what?” I groaned.
“We’re heading in the right direction.”
“West?” I exclaimed, “How did we luck out and get on the right train?”
“We better keep a close watch on the compass just in case the train doesn’t continue going west.” Meek strongly suggested.