CHAPTER FOURTEEN
TravellingCody had no idea where he was.
There was still sand, much like the riverbed he'd been standing in, but this was more of a ditch. There was trash strewn all around him. As he breathed in, his breath caught. It felt like he was breathing fire. For a second, he though a bucket of warm water had been dumped on him, then realized he was sweating in sheets. Is this… humidity?
Cody had travelled all over the state with his mom. She'd tried to make his childhood as normal as possible, despite her many jobs and his dad's absence. The California desert was hot, but this felt nothing like that. He climbed out of the ditch and stared at the sun. “Bad idea,” he said aloud, thrusting his hand to block the disc. He looked down and realized people were staring at him. As he
