Only Child (5) It wasn't luxurious in the old garage but it kept me out of the rain. I could see in the distance the apartment where I had once been. At the moment someone let forth an unearthly shreek, and not far away I saw a man taking a woman's bag and running. I got up and ran at him. Fear overwelmed me as I ran as fast as I could in the cold, dark moonlight. We tripped, jumped and spun but it was at that very moment when something changed my #life forever.

Only Child (4) As I stepped into the air I could feel the winter cold coming to my bones. At that moment I suddenlly felt hungry and realized I hadn't eaton for a while. That is when I did something I regret. I creeped up to the local newsagents. By now I was shaking and fear overwelmed me as I stepped in. At the end I saw endless corridors of food and drink. I crept behind the security and stuffed a bar of chocolate in my pocket. Scared and on the edge of tears a I walked out trying my best not to look suspicious. But when I came out it was raining. I spied a small abandoned garage full of boxes. I knew it wasn't the perfect spot but I had to take shelter, and as I've already said I was dead hungry.

Only Child (3) As the truckers approached I once more hid underneath my bed. I heard a lot of noise coming from the truckers so as they had been gone half an hour I crept out from under my bed to investigate. By the time I reached the living room none of the furniture was left. I further explored and eventually reached the kitchen to see it was empty. I peered out the small window to where the truck was parked and saw the entire contents of the apartment being loaded into the truck. "Thats the lot now the police can sell the house and furniture after old harry was arrested", i heard a trucker say. I held back a scream and left the apartment for good

Only Child (2) I stood lonely and hungry in the dusty apartment, on my own. My father was gone and I had to fend for myself. I clambered to the kitchen, tears rolling down my cheek. I opened the cupboard on top of the sink and grabbed the spare keys and the spare money my father and I kept for emergencies. As I was about to check my food supplies a truck pulled up outside and walked straight to the front door.

Only Child Crash, is all I could hear at the front door. My father was frantically collecting items and squashing them in suitcases. Crash another call of warning from the police. My father was starting to panic as the door was on its last hinges. Crash, and at that moment the small apartment was flooded with cops and their guns. "Hands in the air" they shouted as they searched the place. I crept under my bed as the police burst in. They left nearly a second later. After they had left I looked,for my father. But he was gone and I was all alone.