I could be wrong, but I know I’m right when I say I don’t have a family. I don’t have friends and I don’t have family. The closest thing to family of friend I have is my dog, Roger. I’m thirteen, I’m about 5’5, and live with my dog, Roger in an alley way on Kirkwood.
I don’t know where, or who my parents are. But I don’t care because I don’t need them anymore. I didn’t run away, they dropped me off at my grandparents’ house when I got out of the hospital. When I was five, my grandpa died of a heart attack. When I was eight, my grandma died from a stroke. They didn’t ever adopt me so I got to live on the streets.
I get money from the ground where people drop it and I mow lawns with the customers’ mower. Sometimes I go to the medical center and help out. All that brings about ten dollars and sometimes fifteen. That money goes toward food and goods. So, Roger and I don’t go hungry. Also ill get food from samplers in the sores sometimes.
I’ve never been into a school, all I know is some reading and some math. My vocabulary isn’t that good. All the stuff I know does pull through sometimes.
I swore never to go to an adoption center but when Roger died I turned myself in. I couldn’t go without him and I couldn’t work right and I couldn’t make enough money for food. So I went to a foster home. Money not an issue now but not waning to be picked and wanting to get out are hard and harsh. But I have decided to be chosen. Although sitting here and waiting is tempting. But anyway here I am from nothing to becoming family with some one. Here I am waiting for that to happen which hopefully will be soon.
It was a beautiful day in
I wake up, its been about three hours, I hardly remember anything, but something’s different. It’s cold, and there isn’t any screaming, there is crying. I look around then I see it its corps like with long black hair, and about six feet.
It starts chasing me; I start running as fast as I can. My heart starts to race Bum-bump, Bum-bump, Bum-bump. I run, lose it and then get behind trees and bushes.
My heart gets louder and faster, Bum-Bump, Bum-Bump, Bum-Bump.
Oh my gosh here it comes, BUM-BUMP!!!!!!!!