Lost

Part 1

Hi I'm Sage and this is my story. My story on how I became lost. I have been lost for 3 and a half years now. No one can find me. I'm not even sure anyone is looking. I'm lost, and I'm starting to lose hope of being found. When I first found myself lost I thought I would be found in the first couple of days. But as the weeks grew larger and larger, I became more and more lost. I'm like an abandoned soul that everyone has forgotten. I used to live in a beautiful big house with my parents and cat Muffin. Now, I live here. Here in this old rusty shack on an old dusty turf. What a difference?! How can something so perfect turn to something so, so NOT perfect. I had an amazing friends now the only friends I have are the rats and mice that come looking for food scraps. I hate it. I hate my life. I know hate is a strong word, but it's the only word that can describe my feelings now.
Hate.

It was a regular day at school and I was in the middle of last period. They save the worst for last. Maths. Maths period is torturing and tormenting. But wait, it gets worse. How can it possibly get worse, I hear you ask. 2 words for you.
Mr Garcia.
There you go, that's enough torture to last a lifetime. Maths is bad enough, but Mr Garcia as well?! God, we are so done for. Anyway I was in Period 4 when suddenly...
"Ouch!" I screeched.
"Miss Moore." Growled Mr Garcia.
"Sorry..." I mumbled.
I turn around to realise the object that made me screech like a bird was a paper plane. A very pointy paper plane, if I do say so myself. Ninth graders are real idiots. I mean, a paper plane?! Plus, it isn't a very good one. Unless you think a paper plane is meant to look retarted. I turn back to the board and try to listen to whatever Mr Garcia is saying. Then out of the blue, I give an almighty lion yawn.
"Ooooooooooorrrrh"
The whole grade erupts in laughter. Who knew Ninth graders had the maturity of Fourth graders...? Unfortunately I have worse things to worry about. Mr Garcia is staring at me so sternly I think he might explode. To top that off his veins are bulging out of his neck like there is no tomorrow. Which in my case is true.
"Miss Moore."
He grunted. But wait he's not done.
"How many times have I told you, you are NOT a lion."
"Yes, I'm sorry Sir it won't happen again."
"Hmmm..." He grumbled as he turned back to the class and continued talking.

Hope u guys liked the first part of Lost!
I really enjoyed writing it and be sure to check out part 2!
Bellz xoxo