Stranded.

Chapter 2

Mark knew what he had to do.

He took the pup, and carefully put him in his secret pocket.

Yep, he sewed that, with parts of his old shirt. He took a thread,

sewed that pocket. He usually used it to loot stuff out of the old

abandoned town. He liked his hoodie. It was his father's.

His father had told him that when he and his mother were dating,

he would cover her when she was cold with his hoodie. He missed them.

They would not approve of how Miss Hickson treats them. He held up his pup.

He looked in between the legs. "Yep, that's a boy. Right..." He thought for a moment.

He hadn't really thought what he would name him. "I'm going to call you... Lucky..."

"Woof woof!" Barked Lucky in happiness. He knew Miss Hickson hated children, and

she hated dogs more. He knew he had to leave the orphanage. He thought for a while.

He could live in the woods. He had his dad's old axe. He had lucky, the golden retriever.

He quickly headed to his room. That is, if you could call it a room. It didn't even have

a bed. It was basically a closest with a blanket on the floor. He hated this place, and

he always thought, or hoped, he would get his letter to

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but he lost hope after he was 11.

He still loved the Potter series. He loved how, a orphan, like him, made his life,

which was a huge piece of crap, turned it into, that rich, meaningful life.

How, him, an orphan, became so famous, and was still a good person.

He always hoped that was what would become of him. Always.

Mark gathered what he treasured the most. His dad's suitcase. His mother's blue backpack.

He put Lucky into his mother's backpack. "You better keep that clean, you hear me?" He

grinned. He loved this pup already. He took a look at his father's axe. He knew his mother

and father, met in some distant forest, roughin' it up in the forest seeking adventure.

They took adventures or went camping every month. They loved the outdoors. So did

Mark. That's why, he wanted to go stay in the woods. He knew, the trees would comfort him.

He hated how the war changed everything. How, could they, the people who where left,

of the ruins, of the town, could possibly, chase away his parents. The left them stranded,

at the island of the dead. The huge island out at sea. Of course, they gave them some things.

A sleeping bag. A pocket knife for both of them. But, nobody lasted long there. No one.

He was only ten, when it all happened. Everyone, somehow blamed it all on his parents.

That they leaked our town's secrets. Told them all our weaknesses. The town played a

very, very, important role in the war. Our town, held the secrets that the government gave

us. The town's folk banished my parents because, they found it suspicious that the

country, (the one we were against) found out our secrets, at the moment they were

camping. And they banished them. His sweet mother, and his brave father. They took them.

My parents.

Gone.