Personal Narrative: A Short Story

I haven’t got much time, i 've been on the run for months. Ever since they took me from my family I knew something was wrong. They threw me in a children 's home with moving floors and giant robot caretakers. I knew I had to leave before, they threw me somewhere else or somewhere worse. One day I decided to escape, It was an almost impossible effort but, I managed. I 've been on the road ever since. It all started on September 6th, 2036. I was hanging with my family, quite literally, and we were talking about how nice the weather was. Suddenly my dad started talking about grandpa and how he disappeared on a day just like this sun out, slight wind chill, and changing leaves falling to the ground. Dad told me that grandpa and him were enjoying

They seemed frightened as well, I asked them what was happening and they exclaimed “ I was taken from my home by a big beast, and they took my parents!” Thats the same thing that happened to me I thought. Moments passed and the alien approached with something in his claw like hands. “Ouch!” I thought as the alien pressed something against me; “ What did he do? Is he trying to hurt me?”. I look down and there is now a blue name tag stuck. On it was ,in big bold numbers, #4958. Before I could question what it meant I was being thrown into a room full of hundreds of children. When they saw me they welcomed me. They high fived me, shook my hand, and even knuckle bumped me. One approached me, but this one seemed different than the rest. He had a orange name tag instead of blue and it read #0012. He said “ Welcome our new brother, to the place of the unknown welcome to Oxnard!” Oxnard was quite a big place it consisted of moving walkways, big rooms with numbers on them, and a couple aliens. On the wall it read “ Oxnard packaging” I didn’t know what oxnard was at the time but, let me tell you it’s not a pleasant place. All the children told me in depth what happened to them and I was frightened by what they had said. All the talk of the beast gave me chills running down my core. They told me the beast comes every Sunday and takes away dozens of children at a time.