Ava
Imagine living in a completely different place. Imagine living all alone in a tiny place where no one talks to you or hangouts with you. I doubt that anyone really know I exist. Ever since I was a little kid I knew my life was quite different from everyone else’s. Go ahead call your life weird,boring or what so ever but trust me it couldn’t be like mine. My parents were really different, they had never wanted me in the first place, well, sort of. The only reason my parents were pleased to have me as their child was because they managed to get money out of me. You see, the president of my town was very friendly and nice. After his baby girl went missing perhaps kidnapped, he decided to give all parents money for child support hoping this money goes to his missing daughter. He never knew where she was but at least he knew that whoever stole her would want money for child support so they would come to this town. My parents decided that this would be the perfect chance for them to enjoy life without working. My parents left me in a tiny room in the basement where no one ever really came. There the room was quiet small, it only managed to fit me and a long white blanket. The room had one good thing though, it was its small window that made me see how different the outside worlds was. I saw cars,people, children and anything just enough for me to know that my parents didn’t allow me to live a normal life. Everyday would be the same as the other. I would stare at the window for hours admiring how beautiful everything outside was. Whenever it would be time to eat my mom would bring me food and I would enjoy every bit of it until I finished it. At night I always heard loud voices coming from the room upstairs. it was always my parents with some of their friends. loud music playing, people chatting, all things happen there. I hoped one day me and my parents would spend a day together. we could do anything together but at least spend time as a family that’s all that mattered to me. I was almost thirteen years old and believe it or not I had never spend any day with my family. I had never even left my tiny room! Although all that happened, I was still really happy I got to enjoy my day staring at the window, there was just something really special about life but I guess I don’t have a chance to know why or how it was special when being locked up in a tiny room in the basement. When it would be the night time I would usually just talk to my self. It made me feel comforted knowing that I could say everything and feel free to say anything without anyone questioning or judging me. My way of talking was very strange since I barely got to interact with people.
