Stranded
In the middle of nowhere I am lost, stranded and away from home. Stuck in a place with soggy, slimy mud and a shelter which I can’t call home. I go exploring to find water and food but I can’t even seem to find a loaf of bread. As I walk down the icy, cold rocks, I see something glaring at me, something that I’ve never seen before. It looks scary and wouldn’t turn away, I try to study it but I still can’t figure out what it is. A few minutes later I hear a strange noise. It was coming from the thing, the thing that looked like it had one eye. Suddenly the light flashes so bright I can’t even see it anymore. I carefully turn away; the light flickers one more time.
I run away from the shiny one-eyed flashy thing and wish I could go home. I want to escape, I want to run and jump over the fence but I have a feeling the security will catch me. I feel sick of this filthy place and soon I make up my decision. I am going to escape, either now or never, I think to myself.
Sprinting as fast as I can, petrified, I sneak through the guards and, steal a soap from the shop nearby, take a loaf of bread ( that I find sitting beside the fence ) and climb over the fence. I make it over and I feel as happy as ever. All I need to do now is find someone to sail me across the sea. I can feel something hard, pressing against the side of my head and tears streak down my cheeks. My journey has gone to a waste.
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