The United States of America, the land of the free and the home of the brave. Its a land of opportunities for those who strive for greatness. However, there are those few who drew the short straws and seemed to have it harder than most. Bums, Hobo's, children of the street; there are many names for these types of people. But what they all know themselves as are street kids. Runaways, the unfortunate, junkies, they all grew up on the streets rather young or were forced there because of their pasts but one thing is for certain. There is a certain bond that grows between a luck few. Trust, compassion and ties that are stronger than most families. Some stay planted where they are and work together to survive in this first world country and others group up and move around the country, discovering new places to stay or just to get away from their past in that one place. But, there was one group that held strong, held firm no matter what was thrown at them. They considered themselves renegades. Kids as young as 13 and adults as old as 35 where apart of this group, 7 total. They worked together, lived together; fought like they were enemies but cared about each other like family. They were happy. But it wasn't until their one friend, Simon, a 20 year old, who many felt was the cornerstone in the group, came down with pneumonia one winter and had passed away within the weak. When he was brought to the hospital, they determined that he had a low immune system that had been fighting him for a couple years. They were devastated by the loss and wanted to break apart. It wasn't Until Johnathan, Simon's "older" brother spoke up, telling the group about the one thing Simon told him before he died. "I always wanted to go up to the California beach. Watch the sun rise or something. I don't know. I think it would be nice. Hey. If I ever die before you guys, promise me that you'll take me there? Let me watch the sunset with you all?" John had asked the doctors if they would be able to get a part of his ashes so they could fulfill Simon's request. When the doctor agreed, he told everyone to start saving their money the best they can and by spring, they would make their journey. Months later, spring had arrived and they made their way from New York to Los Angeles.
"Simon said that he wanted his ashes brought to the California beach, so that's what we're gonna do...."
