I gripped my lacrosse stick like a blanket on a cold winter night, scared down to my bones about what I was about to do. I peeked the back door open to see if anyone was watching, but I knew that no one would be up at this time of night. I grabbed my backpack from the table and quickly ran out the door toward the woods not sure what was lurking in its darkness. I ran through the trees as briskly as I could, nimble on my feet. I knew no one could catch me now, no one knows what I’ve done. I was free to live my own life without rules or procedures to follow. A small grin crept across my face as I ran without a care in my body not sure what would become of the next day.
I ran pointlessly for about an hour only stopping a few times to catch my …show more content…
Eating small meals of an apple or banana. I knew I couldn’t survive much longer. So I was forced to hunt. I left at sunrise the next morning bringing my knife and lacrosse stick. I crept through the forest stealthy so that nothing heard me. After walking through the trees for over an hour I came across a small pond. I kneeled down on the water's edge and cupped my hands and drank. As I looked up I saw a vibrant color in the bushes. I quickly jumped to my feet and ran over to the bushes and right where I saw the color there was a huge pile of berries. Blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries. I threw down my knife and lacrosse stick and indulged in the mound of color, stuffing my face with as much as I could. But what I didn’t know is that there was a 600 pound grizzly bear behind me about to give me the biggest mauling of my …show more content…
Every day I was in physical therapy. I hated it. Day after day, week after week doing the same thing. I longed for the day I would be free of this boredom. I was thankful for one thing, though. In the time I was at the hospital, I gained the appreciation for my tribe. For all of the people that gave up hours of their time just to help me. I knew it wasn’t fair, but I was glad that they were doing it. Without them, I would most likely be dead in the forest right now. I tried not to think about what would’ve happened to me if they didn’t find me.
Eight months later I was released from the hospital. The elders of the tribe came and saw me my very last day there and asked me why I ran away. I told that I didn’t belong in the tribe. That I didn’t act like them or do the rituals right. Everyone in the tribe knew I was different too. I asked them why they looked for me. They looked at me with a mystical look in their eyes and told me that no matter what I would always be a part of the tribe. At that moment I felt accepted, and I knew that from now on I would be
I ran pointlessly for about an hour only stopping a few times to catch my …show more content…
Eating small meals of an apple or banana. I knew I couldn’t survive much longer. So I was forced to hunt. I left at sunrise the next morning bringing my knife and lacrosse stick. I crept through the forest stealthy so that nothing heard me. After walking through the trees for over an hour I came across a small pond. I kneeled down on the water's edge and cupped my hands and drank. As I looked up I saw a vibrant color in the bushes. I quickly jumped to my feet and ran over to the bushes and right where I saw the color there was a huge pile of berries. Blueberries, blackberries, and raspberries. I threw down my knife and lacrosse stick and indulged in the mound of color, stuffing my face with as much as I could. But what I didn’t know is that there was a 600 pound grizzly bear behind me about to give me the biggest mauling of my …show more content…
Every day I was in physical therapy. I hated it. Day after day, week after week doing the same thing. I longed for the day I would be free of this boredom. I was thankful for one thing, though. In the time I was at the hospital, I gained the appreciation for my tribe. For all of the people that gave up hours of their time just to help me. I knew it wasn’t fair, but I was glad that they were doing it. Without them, I would most likely be dead in the forest right now. I tried not to think about what would’ve happened to me if they didn’t find me.
Eight months later I was released from the hospital. The elders of the tribe came and saw me my very last day there and asked me why I ran away. I told that I didn’t belong in the tribe. That I didn’t act like them or do the rituals right. Everyone in the tribe knew I was different too. I asked them why they looked for me. They looked at me with a mystical look in their eyes and told me that no matter what I would always be a part of the tribe. At that moment I felt accepted, and I knew that from now on I would be