The Lost One

I didn’t understand who I was. I was so lost and confused.

The land around me lay barren and deserted. There was no one to help me, no civilization to run to. I felt like a lost puppy having strayed from my owner. I regret running away from home.

Though the day was long, I didn’t see it as the worst day in the world, just most of the day. I only had a couple scrapes and bruises on my legs from falling down hills and tripping over loose vegetation. I never count the minutes when I walk, I just walk. I never care about time or how much ground I cover. It never matters to me. Time is time, it always ticks and stops for no one.

This was me, walking slowly along in my run-down sneakers. I had my backpack on my shoulder, which was packed with clothes. I hadn’t a clue where I was going, but I guess that was the fun part about running away.

My name is Rita and I’m a runaway because my family didn’t want me. They kicked me out because they didn’t like me. They thought I was useless. So here I am, walking in the middle of nowhere, nowhere near home. I have no home anymore. And since I have no home, I am nobody. I have no mom, no dad, no siblings. They all hate me and I have been erased from their lives.

The thing that I don’t understand is how easy it is for a parent (parents like mine) to just kick out a child they don’t like, say “You’re out, we don’t want you anymore” and just go on with their lives. It boggles my mind, I can never fully understand why a parent would want to do that to a kid of theirs. To just throw their belongings on the sidewalk, close the door and just forget about them forever.

I knew I deserved better than my rotten parents and my snotty-a*s-stuck-up-b***h of a younger sister. Her name was Claire and my parents just happened to NOT throw her out of the house, shocker huh? She got to stay only because she had earned my parents’ affection and just sucked up to them a lot whenever they thought she did something wrong. Typical teenager I guess. Anyways though, I was the one with the attitude my parents couldn’t control. I would have rages whenever I felt like it, I would throw and break things, cuss, scream. You name it, I’ve done it in a flat-out rage.

Author's Note

Still working on it. Tell me what you think so far.

Reviews

[Caitlynxoxo]

so far, i like it. Maybe it needs a bit more detail? But besides that, i love how you've protrayed the main character, and their angst towards her family. Hope you continue this, because it sounds interesting :) read-request me if its made into a book!!

xoxo Caitlyn xoxo

[The Dudeman (Kenneth T)]

It needs a plot. Right now, there's only a character and a situation, I know it's kind of early, but but right now is the time when you need to start creating a plot.