Today it was hot and I was sweaty.
I wanted to go home. Of course I wanted go go home, I'm trapped like a dog in a kennel.
I was eating my pancakes and my "father" walked in. I didn't look up but he must have noticed that I was having trouble cutting my pancakes so he left and then came back with both a better knife and a cutting knife. I didn't say any thing when he slid the knives under the bars. I just picked up the pointy knife because I thought that this might be my plan D.
I was resting on my bed clutching the knife. How was I going to get away? I can't just stab him when he gets near. If I do that he might not have his keys on him and I will never get out and I would die in this hole. I got up and I hid the knife under my pillow. I sat in the bean bag chair, and turned on the TV. There wasn't much on but I watched Good Luck Charlie. I was way too old for that show but there isn't much else. I sat for hours vegetating on the TV. I fell asleep watching TV. When I woke up there was a bag of mixed fruit. I just put it In the fridge because I was eating a bag of chips while watching TV.
I really smelled bad. I had some deodorant so I washed my face and hands in the sink then I put the deodorant on. I still smelled bad but I smelled better. I sat in the sill of the window looking out at New York. It was almost night time and it looked so cool outside with the sky dim and the building lights flashing on. I sat there for awhile looking out and dreaming how it would be when I came home. I could imagine I could almost feel my mothers warm arms and I started to cry. "I want to go home!" I said aloud. My voice cracked when I spoke. " I WANT TO GO HOOOME!" I cried. I sat there sobbing. I finally got to sleep.