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Chapter three
After packing a few of my things and my meager allowance in my suitcase, fashioning a makeshift rope out of my bedsheets, tying this rope to my bed, and clambering out of my third-story window, I hopped the fence in my backyard and set out down several streets I knew until I became lost. On one street, I noticed a small, dangerous-looking abandoned building and figured that it was as good a place as any to set up camp. After making sure that the house was not scheduled for demolition and busting down the back door, I laid a small blanket and couch pillow on the dusty floor and set my clothes next to it, then, clutching my prized teddy bear named Pookie, I laid down to rest as well.
The next morning, I went into a gas station near the abandoned building and bought a liter of soda, a large jug of drinking water, some beef jerky, and a box of doughnuts. I had planned to have half of a doughnut for breakfast, along with a small cup of soda to get my energy up. For my lunch, I would have some beef jerky, and I planned to entirely skip dinner, because I wasn't much of a dinner person. I then realized that, in case I needed to do some strenuous work, I should also get a bottle of kiwi-watermelon sports drink, to keep myself hydrated and keep my electrolytes at a decent level.
The sports drink came in handy a week later when I realized that I was beginning to run low on money. I decided to work at the docks not too far from the old abandoned shack in which I was living, in order to make at least enough money to get food. Later, I realized that two meals a day simply was not going to cut it, because I was beginning to run low on foodstuffs as well. I then decided to cut breakfast entirely and just have a glass of water, then have lunch, then water for dinner; I had long ago run out of my favorite brand of soda. When I got to the docks, the men there asked if I knew how to operate machinery. I told them that I did, and they employed me as the assistant in charge of the crane.
This process of going to work at the docks every day of the week proved worthy, because when I explained that 1 had run away because my father had treated me horribly, they shared their pastrami on rye or nectarines with me for lunch, and this was welcome news, because by now I had run out of food, and had only the jug of water left.
This type of thing went on for several days, until one night when 1 was alone, and it was the most terrifying night of my life. I remember that it was around midnight, and I had heard a noise like the dropping of a very large, very heavy piece of metal. I went to the window to investigate, and saw a large black limo-like car with tinted windows, so I could not see the person inside. I ducked down and gasped, thinking that it was a robber. I figured that if 1 pretended to be asleep, the burglar wouldn't hurt me. But then again, I was a fourteen-year-old kid living in a broken-down, abandoned house with only a few possessions to my name; none of them were valuable; who would want to steal my things? Never-the-less, I was still very scared, so I quickly scrambled over to my cot and pretended to sleep.
The next thing I knew, I heard a large crunching sound, like wood being broken, and I peeked to see what was going on. A man, dressed in a large trenchcoat and a derby, looked around the room. I never saw what his face looked like; it was too dark to see it, but I could tell that he was looking at me and was coming straight at me.
By now, I was horribly frightened. This man, I was sure of it, was going to kidnap me! My father wouldn't even care, and I wasn't quite sure if my mother was even alive and well. I trembled as the mysterious person drew near, and now more than ever wished that I had someone to comfort me.
As soon as the man brushed against me, I yelped and opened my eyes. He told me that he wasn't going to hurt me, and then he shushed me. I was still scared, of course, but 1 felt that he was speaking the truth as he grabbed both of my ankles and dragged me outside. This was not a pleasant way to travel, but other than getting myself bashed around, I didn't think that I was in any serious trouble. As he opened the car and lifted me into it, I again felt nervous, realizing that getting into a car with a person you don't know is very dangerous, although this man did not have an aura of menace. As we drove off, and as I watched the abandoned building that had been my home for so long fade from view, I wondered where I was going, and what was to become of me when I got there.
(sing-song) Someone's getting recruited….. U