It had been weeks after my parents kicked me out of the house. I was scared, alone, and most importantly broke. But only one thing was making me determined: finding a home.
“I’ve been searching for weeks. How can I ever find a home now?” I said aloud to myself, walking along the pavement.
It was already dark, and I needed to find somewhere to sleep fast, and then I found it: Yellowstone National Park.
I knew it was dangerous and very illegal, but it was the only thing I could do. So, I ran towards the gates and climbed up them as stealthily as I could. Halfway up, the wind picked up, and the gate rattled under my weight. My heart raced. “Please don’t fall,” I whispered to myself.
Then, out of nowhere, WHAM! Something like an animal so small and heavy slammed into my head (it really hurt), and I nearly lost my grip. I swatted at whatever it was, and that’s when I saw it: a bat. A living breathing bat flapping its wings like a hooligan.
Its tiny claws scratched and ripped out my hair, and its fangs grazed my scalp. “Get off me!” I screamed loudly.
The bat finally flew away, before leaving me with the creepiest feeling ever.
Then I finally reached the top of the gate and swung my legs over it, then climbed down as fast as I could. Once my feet hit the ground, I ran into the park, ducking behind bushes of flowers.
My heart was pounding, my head was throbbing like crazy, and my hands were shaking but I had made it.
The park was very quiet except for the rustle of leaves, winds, and animal calls from very far away. But I found a small, hollowed-out tree trunk and crawled inside, pulling my knees to my chest. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing and most importantly I was safe.
As I sat there, shivering and listening to the sounds of the outdoors, I made myself a promise: I would find a real home someday. Something safe. Something warm. Something of mine.
But for now, Yellowstone will have to do.
A few minutes later, I heard some rustling, very quiet rustling of police officers and my so-called my parents.
So I crawled out of my tree stump and slowly walked towards the gate, hoping no one would see me. “I guess I was wrong,” I sighed. I sprinted as “my parents” ran towards me with “open arms.” I ran even faster with tears in my eyes and with pain in the back of my head, thinking about the love my parents never gave me so why now? I reached a wall and slouched my back onto it, thinking, “Is this the beginning of my story or the end?”
