Broken Thoughts - short stories

Boxed In

I wrote this story for my sociology class, the teacher wanted us to write from a child point of view and explore how they think. I quickly came up with the idea of being scared which every kid feels. But it turned more into hysteria.

title: Boxed In

The first time in my life, I remember being scared was when my dad dropped my brother and me off at kindergarten my prior knowledge was slim to none. Therefore, when we got out of the car, he gave me a backpack and said, "it had everything I needed." However, it didn't have the feeling of familiarity, as home did.

He left me next to a bunch of kids scrambling everywhere. I didn't start to brake until he specifically started walking away. I wanted to cry, but I stopped myself from doing so, I did not want to cry in front of strangers.

I asked myself, though, the question of why he would leave his favorite two kids at a place like this. And the worse question was, "would he even come back."
Once inside the classroom, the teacher knew we all had similar questions in our head and tried to distract us from then, contrary to popular belief. Soon most of the students forgot, but I didn't. They were not going to get me that quickly.

My parents told me never to talk to strangers although I think that rule is overtly broken when they take me to strange places. Though I still didn't want to. The teacher asked my name and said she was going to help us spell it. Like it was possible. I nodded my head as if it were one big game. First, she nods, then me. I didn't know this situation would lead you to be called "shy" though.

Soon the teacher said we could leave, I was quick to get my things and run out the door. I tried to find my brother so that we could leave, here and never return. When I actually walked up to him he seemed careless.

As he talked to others, I asked myself, "Why did he like it here," I soon decided to ditch the old fellow, for my definite own service.

Walking to the big gate that spawned miles into the great big blue sky. I was trying to get out but the door was stuck. I started pulling on the lock, with all my strength, trying desperately to break it open.

Someone soon caught the light of my escape and yelled at me. I bolted running for the field. I stopped at another fence, they had us boxed in. People smiling, if only they knew the truth. I could see the street which leads to my home. For a moment it felt hopeless then I remembered my dad said my backpack had everything I needed. And if there was one thing I needed: it was a way out. I looked inside ruffling through everything before I found a pair of scissors.
"He was right." I said to myself, "I knew my dad would not leave me here without anything to get out." I took the scissors, I had found and tried powerfully too cut the metal bars. I felt like hours but all I did was give the fence a new color.

I left once again in disappointment. They had the place locked up tight. I soon found refuge in an area no one was in. It had a weird metal interment design. I wasn't sure what someone was supposed to do with it. It was blue and had a tree long stubs. Two to the ground, one connecting them. There was another one identical in size, shape, and color, next to it. I found a way to get on it and sat there waiting for this nightmare to end.