The best gift I have ever gotten was my camera. My grandma gave it to me when I was ten. Now, I am fourteen and my grandma passed away. As of now, I live with only my grandpa. My parents left me with my grandparents when I was two. They just left me like an unwanted piece of trash. All of my friends have two parents and I don't. I once had a little sister. She was younger than me by only ten minutes and thirteen seconds. My parents named her Margaret to match my name which is Melanie. I have a few pictures of us together as really cute sisters. When my parents left me, they took my sister with them, which broke us apart and left me crying alone.
When I opened the closet door to see if my camera was there, I noticed something very off. There was no way it could have been. My camera was gone. I hurry to push around some boxes to check again. I looked down on the round and found something poking out from one of the boxes. I heaved the boxes out of the way to find a map with a picture of a small girl who looked a bit younger than me. The map was torn and was only able to see a small part of the faded line that was there only what seemed as directions somewhere. Then, remembering why I opened the closet door in the first place, horror and anger rushes to me as I slam the closet door with the crumpled map in my hands. My camera means so much to me, but obviously no one understands. I sigh as I slowly walk to the window and look out. I see the sun slowly setting, which would have made a good picture. I feel the cold and wet tears rolling down my cheeks. I look in the cracked mirror only to see my face being redder than the sunset. Suddenly, a thought struck me. I need to find Margaret.
I don't know how or why the thought rushed into my mind, or how it came in the first place, but I felt more determined than anything to find her. Maybe it was the map I found, but I felt like I needed to get out an do something adventurous.I rushed into my room and started packing a small bright blue backpack I had since I was young. I packed in my headphones and my phone. As I headed out of the front door of the apartment, I wrote a note to my grandpa that said "Going to find Margaret. It's important that I find her. I will be back in a few days maybe." The worst part was, I truly had no idea when I would be back.
I went down the stairs, out of the complex and headed out. I took the map in my hands and pulled out a small maroon flashlight and looked more carefully at the map. I heard the tree leaves rustling and suddenly got a lonely feeling. I walked down the sidewalk with my sweatshirt hood pulled over my head. I probably walked two or three miles before I checked where I was on the map. "Pier's End". That was the beginning of the long pier. There was a small mall and food court at Pier's End. I stopped at a Subway and pulled out a ten dollar bill. I thought to myself "I can spend this ten dollar bill on a footlong or I can buy a six inch and still get breakfast tomorrow morning." I ended up getting a six inch sandwich so I could save money for food tomorrow.
As I was eating, I pulled out the map and marked off my distance. "I went through Town Square and Piper's Market today. Tomorrow I will go along Pier's End and Road 91.", I said to myself in between bites of my sandwich.
