Me,mom,and my newborn sibling were living outside,each one of us trying our very best to survive,except for the baby,of course.Ever since that little devil was born,he got all of the attention.Mom said that i’m “too old” to be treated like a baby.I’m only 8,how am I supposed to take care of myself?If only things were different,I could be the center of attention.Why do I have to live this way?
I’m still waiting for dad to come back.But then,i realize dad was murdered.I start to feel depressed,and my eyes are filled with water.I can’t let mom see this horrid mess that she gave birth to.I think to myself for a minute.”maybe if I run away,i can start a new route in life.I could actually have people respect me for who i am,I COULD BE FREE!”Then I decide to start packing. …show more content…
I start to pack my stuff from when we actually lived a life.I packed the meal kits mom always made me,a health pack with bandages,some fiber gummies,beige body tape,and some other stuff that i can’t recall.I pack clean clothes,my plush bear named Omi,and my lucky socks.Legends say if you wear lucky socks like i have,your life will change and you’ll forget your rotten past.I decide to wear the lucky socks just in case.I grab my travel bag and head away