The rain was pooring down on the train tracks. The trains stood there in silence, with no steam coming out of the engines. The only sign of life was a few rats and cats chasing eachother, and me, of course. I have no food left, except for the dry piece of bread I'm eating. The small shops around me are empty and closed. The cold tries to pull me into it's deadly sleep, but I'm fighting back. It's in moments like this I wish I never ran away from the 'summer camp' nor my adoptive parents. The raindrops made an interesting sound as it hit the cobblestone. I try not to cry, but the hunger are eating me up from the inside. I will just have to wait until that next train to London comes tomorrow, and I might be able to sneak on. The raindrops fell heavely at my feet. The cold almost pushed me beyond my limits. I couldn't do anything else than try to sleep. The last thing I saw was the empty train stations and it's shadows. Then my eyes shut close.
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Escape to London
AléatoireHanna, 9, has escaped the summer camp her adoptive parents put her on for the summer. She is trying t get to London, where she has heard that she has relatives. Read this sad and 'painfull' story to find out if Hanna reaches her relatives, and if th...
