I sometimes ponder whether or not people care about my feelings or how things effect me personally. Everyday I see people walk past and just glance at me but then I never see them again. I'm confused as to why I'm here because I stay in this place 24/7 never leaving. When I was just a few years younger than I am now, I was simply just walking down a sidewalk when this huge truck stopped near me and two men jumped out of the vehicle and violently crammed me into the back of the truck. Then one of the guys pulled out a needle and I felt a sharp pain in my neck. Things became blurry short after then I blacked out and that's all that I remember. Later that horrible evening, I began to regain consciences ness and i noticed the truck was still rolling. I tried to look out the window as much as I could but my vision was still slightly blurred. Once I stretched my neck enough to glance through, I seen a huge building with gates opened just for us. When we entered the gate there was a woman signaling us to park in this specific location of the parking lot. When the truck came to a complete stop the doors finally opened and the sun's blinding rays shined bright into my pupils. The guys were ordered to take me inside where I seen other people who looked just like me. I was then taken to a large enclosed area with just a few others in side with me and the doors began to shut behind me and I was just left there never seeing those guys again. After a few months went by, I began to get comfortable with the new setting I was in. I made friends and we often played together everyday. After nap time we receive our daily meal of several meats and vegetables. We all have name tags for visitors to see everyday. They walked passed, looked and smiled, while they watched us play. Then, like everyone else, they left, and yet I, was still in this same place all day. During the night, I always reminisced about the good times I had with my parents. Wishing we could just reunite once again. And until then, here I stay.
*By reading this short story, did it make you envision a child as the character? Well, the character in this story wasn't a child. It was actually an animal from Africa. I wrote this story from the point of view of an animal being taken away from its family in Africa and placed in American Zoos. I compared the animal to an orphan because I feel that they share the same feelings and emotions to the problems they face in their life.*
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-Shayla Pore
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