Take Me Home

Chapter 2: Perfect Day into a nightmare part 2

I got bored. So here is another chapter! Please comment or vote! Thank you and enjoy!

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I woke up the next day on the road. Wait, the road? I turned my head up and memories from last night came back. I was scared and lonely with some tears starting to form. Sirens echoed threw the air as they got closer and closer. My head perked up and I began to smile. Finally, I see police cars park near me. A cop with dirty blond facial hair came over and knelt down next to me. "Hello, my name is officer Kallus," Mr. Kallus said to me,"and who might you be?". "My name is Ezwa Bwigder," I said, trying to say my name. The officer gave me a blank expression and said, "where's your parents?". I just gave a shrug and winced when my arm started to hurt. Mr. Kallus stood up and said to the rest of the officers, "this is just another worthless street rat that is going to be put into child services". I was surprised by this, 'he thinks I'm a street rat?'.

Another thought came to mind, 'did he also say to put me in child services?'. Now I was scared again and was about to run but Mr. Kallus caught me and threw me into the car, literally. My arm throbbed and I held back tears. Then, I notice I didn't have my blanket or Pickles or my flashlight. They were still lying over on the road. I was going to go get them but the car door shut and we drove off. "No! Wait, my stuff is still there!" I exclaimed. The police officers didn't even care on what I said. They replied though, "shut up and sit still or else," the one in shot gun said disturbingly quite. I sat and stayed quiet the rest of the ride to who knows where.

An hour later, we arrived at a town that was still in one piece. The officers then parked next to the police station. "Get out," the same rude police officer ordered. I reluctantly got out of the car and glared at the rude police. I might have seemed tough on the outside but was terrified on the inside. Still, they didn't care about me one bit. The three of us went into the station and the two officers were talking to someone at the desk. "What's going on?" I asked quietly to the person at the desk. She stopped talking to the officers and said to me, "kid, you are going to have to face theses facts," the desk lady continued, "your parents are dead and your going to live with a foster family". I froze and tried to soak in what she said. My body started to shake and I bawled my eyes out quietly as I could. Yet, no one cared about me, the eight year old who found out his parents were dead and was alone. That's when my hate for police officers started.

Then a couple came over and a woman picked me up. "These are your new parents," the rude officer said. "No!" I shouted, "I want my mommy and daddy!". I struggled to get out of the woman's hold. She and the man carried me off to there car. That's when my horrible life began.

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