It has been 3 months since they took me.
I have been beat, scared, pushed, slaped , ect. During this time I have plotted the most evil plan ever. I was going to escape tonight by digging a tunnel back home. " I will leave tonight when Mr. gibborns is asleep.
I will dig until I can't see that dang place anymore.
It was time to escape soon enough.
I climbed through the window bars and grabbed a shovel from the garden and started digging. It was morning before I had finally reached my house I ran inside, but nobody was home so, I went downstairs into my room. I soon became hungry so I went back upstairs. I was surprised to see my mom crying. I screamed with joy and ran towards her,but instead of her hugging me back she backed away. The whole tragedy startled me. I was sad so I ran to my uncles house hoping he will forgive me.
