I run as fast as I can to the run down tree house in the back of the yard. Frantically grabbing at the ladder, misshapen from the years of wear and tear. I skip the first two steps and slam my foot on the third, and hear a loud crack as the wood gives in. Quickly I grab onto the top step and use it to lift myself up into the tree house–my hope of safety. Gert, the one who is supposedly raising me, will be home any minute now and will probably see the missing vase, the only thing that resembles anything valuable in our home, that is actually tossed in the trash pit on the side of our tiny house, in pieces. She’ll be mad. Even more so if she is in the condition she is mostly in, the condition she has been most of my life.
I think about making a run for It for the rest of the evening, I know I would be better off on the streets of New York with the few people I can trust. But Gert normally is home by now, and I am afraid that the moment I take off will be the exact moment she storms in and catches me, mid escape, It’s best if I hide in here for a while until I know the coast is clear.
I think about what I’ll do in my evening to myself later on. I can visit my best friend, Amberlise, maybe even see Jack, another good friend of mine. Get some food from the vender of the street that gives me some of his leftovers before he packs up for the night. The thought of being out and about and away from here gets me so excited. So anxious to leave already. I can’t wait any longer. I hop down the ladder, making sure to skip the third step and dash through the yard. It appears I am in the clear and I’ve worried for nothing, that I spent so much unnecessary time hiding out in that tree house when I could have headed out right away. I am a few feet away from leaving the property when I see just the person I have been avoiding make their way closer and closer to me.