Freedom: Zena's story

Jonathan Chapter 3

After about six months of being in the woods I finally got the hang of things. Food became easier to find, but was still very very hard. I also got the hang of sewing, and building. I had been going to the library to research how to do things in the woods properly most of the time. But I have to be cautious at times. People get a little suspicious. I'd made it this far though, what's a few more years? Anyway, I also attempted to build me a treehouse, it's gorgeous, I think so anyways.

When I was running just to get some exercise. When I found that there were other kids who had been homeless as I. I felt a little bit bad for them all. But I averted my eyes in a sorrowful sway of my head. It was getting lonely at home but not that lonely.

I had to get a job eventually, probably doing gardening or selling food or weapons. But instead of going straight home, I decided to go ahead and go to the library. I researched some and then, started looking for jobs for someone my age. I'd be ten years old on March 19th. It was a very very short list, but it was enough. After I finished at the library, I decided to go ahead and go home.

Finally I was halfway home, when I saw one of the kids I had seen earlier, being pushed around. I stood out in front of the boys who were pushing the child around. "Hey little missy! Move before I remove every limb of your body!" One said, as I stood firmly on the ground almost like a dog protecting its pup. But in this case, it was some person I'd never even spoken to. "No," I said with a firm voice.

I looked them each in the eyes, I saw sadness, and hatred for those who'd been mistreated. Only the people who are spoiled in madness are the ones who are violent. One threw a punch and I dodged it. As did another, and another, when I kicked one right in throat did they momentarily stop. Every bone in my body shook, but it somehow seemed natural to me, a defence almost. The weird thing was that I didn't even flinch. One of the boys who had been looking at me like he was interested very much in me, now had a different look on his face. One of surprise, and excitement to whip somebody that night. But lucky for me and the child, it was vice versa for him.

Once I'd taken care of those boys, I looked at the child with it's head down. "It's ok, I ain't go'n to hurt ya. May I see your face?" The child looked up enough to where I could see it was a boy, a very nice looking boy, almost my age in fact. "My name is Sabrina, what's yours?" I asked, and when I did, he looked up to where I could see his entire face, and gave me a small smile, "I'm J-J-Jonathan," and I gave him a great big smile in return, and gave out a hand to help him stand. "Where are your parents Jonathan?" "T-they left me on the st-st-streets. I don't kn-n-now where t-they are," He replied "Well then, I guess you'll just have to come home with me then, I promise you'll be safe there. Now come on, I'm starving and I haven't even made dinner yet." I said as I motioned a hand for him to follow. I thought he was quite cute to be honest.

When we finally got home, he asked me "Who built all of this? It's so amazing!" "What? The treehouse?" I replied, and he nodded, "Yea, I've been here for almost two months, come on, I'll show you where you'll sleep." And he followed me up the ladder, and into the hidden treehouse. I guided him through a curtain, and into a room right beside mine. "Thank you s-so so much!" he said in excitement, "you're welcome," I replied.

As I made dinner - rabbit and some blackberries on the side - Jonathan sat watching the two little rabbits cooking over the fire, I giggled. "What's so funny?" he asked, you look like a man who just saw an entire palace of food, hahaha!" I laughed and he began to laugh with me. We talked about a lot of things like sad, bad, and happy things. "Hahahaha! Yea, I had three other siblings, they were hilarious! There was this one time, my sister Kyla said suit yourself, and my baby sister tried repeating her and thought she said shoot yourself!" and we both burst into laughter, I thought I might've cried.