I sat at the dinner table waiting for the next horrendous meal my family would serve. "Zoe" my mother said in a disgusted tone "go wash your hands." I looked at my mother with contempt. "No" I said "I don't want to" my mother whirled around in rage "You will wash your hands if you want to eat at all for the next week!" she screeched at me. She made this threat often and I knew from experience that she was serious."Is that clear." she drawled. "Yes mother" I grumbled shuffling off to the bathroom. I passed my father's room, he was passed out on the bed with cheetos sprinkled all over his chest. I was washing my hands and thinking about my abusive mother and my nearly nonexistent father I decided "I hate it here" I said aloud "I'm done"I went to my room and grabbed my leather bag that was embroidered with a dragon head on it. It was a scarlet color with two leafy antennae coming out the top of its head. I looked in the bag and realized i had most of what i needed to live alone in the woods, I really had known all along one day i would leave. I snuck out the back door my parents would never know. I walked up to the cabin in the middle of the woods. I had found it a few years ago i've been renovating it ever since, now it is plenty good to live in and no one else knows about it. As i made my way to the front door i saw a black shape tumble out of the sky and land in a snow drift. Against my better judgment i went closer to see what is was. It was a big creature with scales black as night, i took another step closer and i saw curled in its paws was a boy.