Waking up everyday to the same old creepy attic, was pretty horrible. I
already knew i wouldn't celebrate my 12th birthday, so i was kind of, scared. My last birthday, all i got was a beating from my abusive step dad. Sitting in a dark attic with me was only a mattress, and a few outfits i had. I decided that this was enough. I told myself that i was going, going to get out of here.
After a hour of figuring out how i was going to escape, I had a plan. But carrying out the day without getting hurt, was going to be hard. There was a bunch of junk in the attic that was my adoptive father's, i thought that there must be a duffle bag. Five minutes of looking around, i already found a decent sized bag. I started to pack my stuff when i heard footsteps. Crap. I shoved the bag into the corner and got down on my knees. It sounded like my adoptive father was coming up the stairs. The anticipation was horrible until finally, my adoptive mother was coming up the stairs to bring me my clothes. Good, i thought as she threw my clothes everywhere.
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The Road to Heaven
General FictionAs a young boy named Rowan is starting his journey across America to his so called "heaven" He is a adopted boy in a abusive family, so he tries to find his birth parents (somehow he has the feeling that they are alive) He has to make the journey o...
