She went to sleep for the last time in her own bed. She decided she was quitting school and was going to leave in the morning. But the thing was, she didn't even know where she was going.
No one knew what she was going to do, not that they cared anyways. She had no friends and she never met the rest of her family. If she had, she probably would've gone to them before she decided to leave without a clue of where.
She woke up and packed a bag with nothing but the essentials. Food, water, a blanket, pillow, and a flashlight was about all she had. She put on her jacket and headed out the door.
Hazel walked for hours on end, taking random turns and periodic shortcuts through the woods.
Everything was going well until night fall. She decided she was going to spend the night in the woods she saw a short ways in the distance. She laid down her pillow and her blanket and tried to fall asleep, but it was useless.
It was cold, rainy, and extremely uncomfortable. She felt twigs stabbing her in the back and the wind constantly blew her blanket off. She had to do something about it.
She got up and decided to continue walking. She found a box on the street. It was big enough to fit a 13 year old, so she headed that way. She turned it over so the opening was facing her. She placed her pillow and blanket inside and crawled in.
It kept her shielded from the wind and rain but it was still cold. Nothing could change that expect for a couple more blankets.
But despite the cold it was comfortable enough for her to fall asleep.
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Lost
General FictionAlone, broken, scared, and lost is exactly how you would describe Hazel, a teenage girl who has lost all hope.