“(Pant, Pant, Pant)” I wiped the sweat off my forehead. I peered around the corner and took a sigh of relief.
Their going to find me… I thought.
Just gotta stay on my toes.
Oh. Why am I running, you ask? I am a foster child who always gets into ‘trouble.’ I’ve been to; hmm, lets see, about 16 foster homes since I was six, and I’m only 12. But the people that I am running from are heartless freaks, much like me, minus the heartless part. I am a freak on the run. Oh, and by the way, my name is Alex, short for Alexandrea, not that it matters. I could just change my name tomorrow, or maybe right now.
My life has been a series of hatred and gloom. All starting since my parents died. I ran away from my dumb aunt and lived on the streets near the sewers. At least I had food and water. And some friends, if you count rats… then a lady rode by, fancy and all, and picked me up from the streets. She took me to an orphanage and kept me there until someone picked me up. I stayed there for about a year until someone finally had the heart to choose me for a foster daughter.
“ HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE!” I cried my tears out. “ PLEASE!” trust me, this whole ‘cry and kick’ thing is FAKE! I’m just trying to get attention. I just don’t want to be that ‘perfect’ and ‘prissy’ girl that never gets into trouble. It’s all part of my attempt of going to juvie.You see, juvie is much better than living on the streets. I get food, water, and my own room (finally!). Sadly its not working, yet I’ve been threatened multiple times by it… anyway, to get on with this journal, I’m just going to remind you once. I am a bad girl.
So now to carry on with the matter at hand. Oh, right- RUNNING.
Now, I pick up the journal and start running again. I find a McDonalds to hide in.
Suddenly I realize- I’m starving. I start digging through my pockets and finally find a five dollar bill. (I found it on a street corner just yesterday) I walk up to the counter and begged,
“just give me a burger and a small soda.” I saw the look in her eyes and she was staring at me like she knew what situation I was in. she handed me a small paper bag and She whispered in my ear,
“the fries are on the house.”
I handed her the crumpled up bill and gave her a quick smile, and turned towards the door, and left to eat my lunch. My awesome, five-dollar lunch. And I knew I wouldn’t be this happy in a long time. So I sat at my corner near the sewer and enjoyed my burger, soda, and free fries.
So as I walked around the corner to throw away my lunch, I see them- COPS! I start sprinting towards the nearest dumpsters and threw my coat around the nearest corner and the cops followed it, as I quickly crept away.
“phew!” I said, as I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked around the corner, scared (a familiar situation). So I ran to my ‘home’. Alone. And just as it starts to get chilly, I have no coat. And just as I think that it can’t get any worse, it starts to RAIN. So I pick up a newspaper that was left on a bench, and put it over my head, and run to 213 Madisyn avenue, a pigsty, just waiting for pigs.
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