They Will Find Me

I need to get home now. They might find me. The coffee colored list lays on the muddy ground, wilted and torn. My picture in the center, my name in red bold letters underneath. They can’t find me- I don’t want them to. I can’t be left there stuck in the moldy cabin. The leaves below remind me of the smell of the cabin, a mix of sour and sweet. I feel like I’m back there stuck and alone. The darkness surrounds me as the sun falls, every sound reminds me of the footsteps. Tracking me. They will find me. 

Shelby Sampson, Grade 9

Creative Writing Major