I hated everyday of my life, why, because ever since my mom and dad left me when I was six, I have been living with my stepparents who could care less about me cause they treated me like they didn't even know me at all.
I never felt an happiness, well, there was one thing that did make me happy.
See, I lived in Manhattan, and there is a zoo there, and there was one animal that I really liked, his name was Alex the lion, he was really cool, always dancing, he made me smile, laugh, just made me feel good.
But the other animals were jealous, I knew , see, there is thing I can do, I can talk to animals, people think I'm crazy, but I know I can, and I don't care what other people think.
But that all changed, when I was eight, I went to the zoo, and there it was, Alex and three other animals were in crates, I just stood there, and when they said there were going to ship them to Africa, I just ran, ran all the way to my apartment, in my room, and stayed there, wishing this had never happened.
Four years past, I never went back to the zoo, I just stayed with my bad life, always depressed, nothing to do, just what I needed, more sadness.
But then, I saw a poster for the circus outside my building, when I looked at it, one of the animals looked liked I have seen it before, and then, I remembered, was that Alex?
I wasted no time getting to central park, I had to know if it was him on the poster, I snuck in, I was pretty good at it, and I sat down, waiting for the show to begin.
When the show started, I was amazed at the animals and their acts, it was really good, then I saw it, Alex and a jaguar, doing trapeze, it was amazing, after the show, I saw that I was happy, real happiness, I wanted to keep that feeling, and the only way I knew how was to go with the circus.
So I went to my house, packed some stuff and I left, but things got bad fast, when I was walking I Times Square, two cops said " Hey kid, were you going", I didn't answer back, they started to walk to me, and when they grabbed my backpack, I dropped it and ran, they said " You cant out run us!", but I did lose them at grand central terminal, and I ran to the train yard, looking for the circus train, then some police cars came, when they came out, I saw the train, but it was moving, so I ran as fast as I could, I jumped, thinking, "will I make it?", and I did, into a empty train car.
After that, I closed the door, thinking, " Did I make a good choice?", after looking back at my life, I thought, " Yes".