I Found

3.

I couldn't stop thinking about what I had just gotten myself into.

I can't believe I actually thought I had the ability to do this on my own. I really thought I would be able to live my best life, in the time span of a quick snap of the fingers. And in reality, I end up sleeping on the streets like a stray dog.

Come on, Jasmine! Try to stay positive. It could be worse. I could be soaked in a puddle of rain and I could be drenched in my own sorrow...

And just with my luck, it begins pouring rain out of nowhere. I begin to sit in a giant puddle of cold ugly rain. I guess things could end up being worse like I imagined it to be.

I decide to actually fall asleep this time and not worry about my situation until the next morning.

***

When I woke up, I still felt like wanting to cry. I was stuck in an even bigger pool of rain, which made my blanket and pillow wet and damaged. I never thought I would wake up in a pool of gross liquid unless I was really old and wouldn't have the ability to control my bladder anymore.

I reflect the situation I am in after waking up with a fresh mind, and attempt to think outside the box to escape from this depressed world that I was starting to become involved in.

It is a new day after all, I might as well conquer it with positivity and not worry about anything bad that has happened.

I then remembered that there was a small park and playground on Maple Street that was always empty. I somehow remembered being there everyday as a small toddler in a happy foster home before it became overruled by a real life witch. I start my stroll to that park, which was only a couple of blocks away. However, there was one thing that stuck in my mind the whole time: food.

Where would I be able to find food in this area of town?? For free?? Oh that's right... there ain't no such thing as a free lunch these days. It was the only takeaway from the foster home that ever stuck in my mind. I never thought I would understand what it truly meant, but after strolling around like a stray puppy, I finally understood the pain.

When I arrive at the park, I set my stuff down on the only bench that is covered in shade. I kept my blanket pillow and blanket out on the grass to let the sun, that will shortly appear from behind the clouds, beam down on it and dry up the pool stains.

I then walk even more, about another block or two, to a grocery store nearby. Even though I didn't have any money to actually buy any food or groceries, I just felt like walking around in an enclosed building with air conditioning for once.

Realizing that it was a Sunday made me even happier about the situation because I remember the grocery store always giving out free samples of new food every weekend. Maybe there is such thing as a free lunch after all.

I walk through the automatic doors and am hit with the smell of fresh strawberries and popcorn. Maybe not the best mix, but at least it was good.

I walk over to a small table behind the produce section of the store and am greeted with another smell of one my favorite foods: fried chicken. I take a toothpick and stick it into two pieces of fried chicken. I then place it in a small paper cup and eat it all up in four bites as I walk away with a huge smile on my face.

The chicken tasted a little weird, but it still reminded me of my childhood, when I had my first bite of fried chicken, ever.

As I am walking around the grocery store more, I start to get a funny feeling in my stomach. I didn't really think anything of it. That is, until I felt something come up through my mouth.

I immediately run to the nearest trash can and vomit my guts out. As I am vomiting, I feel an unfamiliar hand rubbing my back.

I Found, to be continued...