Once I was considerably lost within the town of Eastwood, my feet came to a halt. With the tears still flowing, I stopped to take in my surroundings. I was finally alone.
Only a moment passed before I glimpsed the dreaded swirling red and blue beams in the horizon. My feet seemed to be frozen in place. No matter how much I longed to run away from the approaching sirens, somewhere deep inside my mind I knew that there was no reason to run anymore. Instead, I continued to stand on the pavement until the car stopped just 4 inches away from me.
In the seat in front of me was a very large and very fat policeman, with a round, plump head, and an angry expression that seemed to be glued to his face.
¨I'll be taking you to your new home, kid, so don't get too comfortable.¨ And that was it. Those were all of the 14 words spoken during that long, lonely ride to my new home. I've heard stories of abuse and neglect in the foster homes. What if that became a new reality for me?
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Running Away
Short StoryElla, a 14 year old girl living in an abusive family makes the terrifying decision to run away from home. * This was an English assignment that I liked, so I published it on here. I might make this into a longer (and better) story just because it wa...
