The adults are talking about life again. I sighed, hearing my thoughts racing as I kept on writing my homework. Another day, I thought, as I began to write. I knew, I knew that this is not my homework, this is not anything I'm allowed to do at midnight. But my heart started racing, and I knew: Again, I've written another story. I wouldn't say that writings are very welcome here. As I thought, anyways. My instincts kept trying to stop me- but I knew that it's no match for my wild heart. The heart that kept me spirited through this life. I grew up in an orphanage. It's the only one in this rural town; miles and miles far away from each other. I barely had enough papers to do homework here- let alone write another essay of creative writing. I am used to live here, at least I think so. But my heart always run wild, the opposite of myself. But I guess to survive, things will be different here. As my thoughts raced through me- Everything that happened in my life- I felt an emotion I never felt before. Emotional? No. It was.. an urge to be set free. An urge to live... like my past live. This is a chance. And I knew, I couldn't miss it anymore. The paper that I wrote fell into the ground. It's my time to leave.
Idk what I'm doing lol- I'm practicing I guess
