How Green Becomes Wood

"There's a Chinese place near here with decent food. It's not the best, but it is a ton of food for super cheap," Rumy said, indicating the direction. "Or there's a Mongolian buffet. I've never been, but it has good reviews."
 
"Cool. Chinese it is! I've had mixed experiences at buffets," Rumy said. "We could walk there, but the theater probably wants their parking spots. Meet you over there?" She started walking to her old, battered car.
 
"Yeah, meet you there!" Sloan replied cheerfully, going to her own car. After the short trip, she met with Rumy inside the restaurant, "Can you believe we're so close to graduating? I cannot wait to be done with high school."
 
"We can fight about it later," Rumy said with a shrug. She sat down opposite Sloan. "Have you chosen a school, yet?"

The waiter came over and took their orders. Rumy placed hers and waited for the waiter to leave before continuing.

"I'm going to be taking some online courses eventually."
 
"I'm leaving. The day after we officially graduate, I'm hitting the road," Rumy said a touch flatly as if this had been a decision she had long fought over and was now determined to follow.

The waiter showed up with their drinks and appetizers then and dropped them off with the usual, "Do you need anything" questions.
 
"I'm hoping to get to Wisconsin. That's my end goal. But I'm going by way of New Jersey. My uncle on my dad's side has a friend with a ranch, and I've arranged with him to go work for him and get some hands-on learning." A faint, excited but scared smile crossed her face. "I built my own tiny home on a trailer."
 
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"Oh wow, that's awesome!" Sloan replied, "You're going to be safe, though, right? 'Cause I know that sometimes, bad things happen to those van life people, and... Like you're pretty serious about that stuff, but we're still young women."
 
"Yes, Mom, I promise to be careful," Rumy chuckled. "It also means I won't have to stay in sketchy motels or hotels and stuff. I'll always have my own place that I can lock up and secure. I have just a couple of hiccups to deal with. It started with a project in shop class, you know? Putting together a frame and stuff on a trailer. And then I convinced Mr. Cooger to give me a job working and learning from him, and that helped me get some of the inner workings and all the smaller but important stuff I was missing. Now I've got a full house! It's only, like, three hundred and fifty squear feet, give or take, but I can live in the thing! I can finally get away from home," she sighed.
 
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