Jadey's Book of Books

How Did I Get Here?

You were busy frantically writing an essay you took home to finish for your advanced English class. You were filled with regret for procrastinating up until now, the crack of dusk.

You were thinking hard about how to word the essay, since words are insanely important and crucial for success. Suddenly some hushed footfalls scratch at the base of your hearing. You instantly drop what you're doing and go to investigate. Once creeping about, you spot a shady figure affront the refrigerator, the beams of light not aiding the least bit in revealing the mystery food thief. The second they realize you're there, feet from them, they take off running throughout the house. You chase them, determined to catch them for touching your hard earned food goods.

Which leads to your predicament now. You've chased the thief until you were good and lost at the corner of hopeless and bewilderment. Literally, those were the names of the streets you presently halted for air on. Of course your luck took a turn for the worse, as it started to downpour heavy salty torrents of rain and the sky was the shade of a blacktop. The only way you could see anything was the orange glow of the street lights lining a path or two.

You were out in the rain, cold, tired, and lost. Not to mention hungry. For some reason, you were locked in place. Your legs didn't want to move. You collapsed to your knees and pulled yourself in a sad little ball, vowing mentally to deck that thief in their face the next time you see them.