"Hey Eli!" Mom yelled.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"I need you to get some eggs, hon. Can you?"Mom ordered.

"Of course," I replied, ecstatic to use my new privilege. Now I'm 14 I can officially leave the block without my mom.

I pulled my hoodie on, grabbed 5 bucks from my mom's hand, and rushed out the apartment door.

After waiting for ages, the elevator arrived and I rode down 6 floors to the ground. Briskly, I walked out on the busy streets of Toronto, my hands jammed in my pockets.

The wind from passing cars whacked my face, and the smell of cigarettes filled my nose. I headed down the street. I looked down, letting my short hair fall in my face, to make myself seem older.

I crossed the road, heading south. I knew the streets well enough that I didn't have to pay much attention, or so I thought.

Time flew, I guess, and I must've walked past the grocery store. I pulled out my phone, but for some reason it wasn't working. I sat on a hard metal bench, waiting. I mean, people from my school hung out here all the rime. It would only be a matter of time before I saw someone.

But no one came. You can't blame me for trying.

I took out my phone and looked busy, so no one would ask questions. The sun began to set, so I knew my mom wouldn't be coming. She works the night shift at a 7-11.

One by one, the lights turned off, and the steady stream of cars dried out.

I closed my eyes, the bright lights of the city illuminating everything. Everything but me.

When I opened them, I was tied up in the subway, with a man searching my pockets. He got my phone and the money, and so him and his 'friends' dragged me off to a spare room, closing the door as they left.

It was pitch black, and I was stuck. I stood up and found the door, but it was locked. Scrounging around, I found a mop, broom and dustpan.

I gave a desperate cry of help, but just sat down in frustration.

I sat on the dustpan.

And then it hit me. I pried the ropes on my hands off with the thin edge of the dustpan, using my mouth. My eyes had adjusted enough so I could just see the faint outlines of things.

Then I saw it. The door auto locked from the inside. I just twisted the lock, and I was out.

Running, I dashed up the stairs and out to the busy street. To my surprise there was daylight again.

I began to wander, I mean, sitting wasn't going to do me any good. A school bus went by. That was the only good thing about being lost, not going to school.

It was bus 17, my bus! It was stopping. I could just take the bus home after school! I ran and hopped on, just as it closed it's doors.

I sat out the school day, grateful to see my friends. Soon enough, the bell rang, and I was free.

When I got home, I decided that the store was out of eggs, and I came back after mom came back. Oh, and I totally dropped my phone down a gutter.

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