Snippet Of The Ride The sun is setting, the air is cold, and I'm tired. Walking along the highway at night is the worst, I should have found shelter earlier. Cars are zipping past me with no intention to pick me up. Adjusting my bag I continue to walk sticking my thumb out, hopefully someone will have some mercy on me. Im wearing jeans, a black T-shirt, black boots, and my worn leather jacket. Im thin, 5'4, long black hair I wear in a ponytail most of the time, I've heard Im pretty but that doesn't really help me so who cares, I developed early so I have D breasts. Im 16 and have no home or parents, I have been living on the streets for the last year but decided to leave the city for a while. Looking back I see a few semi-trucks about to pass. I lift my hand higher hoping one of them will have mercy and pick me up, they all pass me except for one.