14//Lydia- May 30, 1843,  Kansas 

Everyone hates me. Including Julian. No one talked to me anymore, not even Eliza Jane or Henry. Rose glared at me every time she saw me and I couldn’t stand it. Last night Julian had been with Mingan. He was replacing me now. Mingan was his new best friend so he wouldn’t need me anymore. I had no purpose with my family or anyone for that matter. 

I hopped down from where I was sulking against the canvas wall of the wagon and made my way to the river we’d been following. The creek had been a runoff from it but now we were at the actual river. We would have to cross it soon, but not for another day at least. There were more trees here than at the creek and so I could stay hidden. I’d noticed Rose come out here so I thought I’d follow, maybe getting her to talk to me. I saw her ahead of me and she whirled around when I shouted her name, her eyes filled with fire. 

“What do you want?” she asked sternly. 

“I’m sorry.”