Sierra Anderson

Running Away

I started to grab my stuff and started down the wooden steps. I stepped on a nail and almost cried. But the pain wasn't as exciting as running away. I looked at the door it was straight ahead. When I made my first step my dog, Justice, started barking at me.

"Shut up!" I screamed, almost forgetting to be quiet.

I heard myself and almost fainted with fear but when I looked in my mom's room she was fast asleep. I ran as quickly to the door with my bag filled with food, books, money and lots of flashlights. I reached for the door knob looked one more time at my house and closed the door.

"Wow." I whispered to myself as soon as I shut the door.

I started to walk down the streets as casual as I possibly could. I rarely ever go outside, especially at night. But when I do I usually go to the woods that's on the edge of town. As I walked towards the woods I started to collect my thoughts. 

"What am I doing?" I thought out loud.

But it was too late to be questioning myself now. I started to see the edge of the woods. I took a deep breath So much fear was going through my mind. I tried my best to ignore it. I looked around the dark woods. Then I remembered my plan. 

Ever since I was little I loved watching this show called "Treehouse Masters"  later on I started writing down the instructions to build a treehouse. I hid them away so my mom wouldn't get suspicious and I still have them for this day. 

I took out my instructions and found this huge tree that would be perfect for my house. I started building the base. In between I took breaks and ate some of my food I brought. For what seemed like forever, I was just about to be done. Then I was startled by this chunky squirrel eating like I wasn't even there. I started gesturing it to go away. It did nothing, just ate a walnut. I sighed I couldn't have a squirrel in my house. My mom has always told me that squirrels were terrible animals that carry rabies.

I was getting angry now, I nudged it with my foot. The squirrel looked terrified as it ran up my leg and on to my face. I started to scream and back up and forgot I was above ground I fell off the treehouse. The squirrel left my face and I was falling until I stopped.