How do I get out of here? If I were Harry Potter, I would use my invisible cloak and hurtle out of here. If I were an eagle, I would soar over these gates. If I had special powers, I would illuminate the sun to signal my mom to come now and get me out of this place. I feel like a prisoner serving an interminable prison sentence. When I’m out of here I’ll be ecstatic.
I see my mom’s face etched in the ceiling lying here in bed. I tried to look for her and tried to explain to everyone that I was waiting for her but nobody’s listening. Why hasn’t she come back yet? It’s so quiet here. It’s so cold and dark that it’s feels like Siberia. It smells too and the blankets are really itchy. That Sister was really mean as well. When my Mom comes, I’m going to tell her what she did to me. Everything will be like a happy ending and I can spend the rest of my life with my mom and family.