Personal Narrative: The Grocery Store

February 17 Wow! The place is trashed. Everywhere is just trashed. There is not much around. I walked a while, it really felt like a long time but when I looked back I could still see the cdc in the distance. I was so worn out, and I didn't really know why. I could just hear my belly grumble and the pain that accompanied it was terrible. I finally found a grocery store and went in to see if there was anything to eat and of course, there was absolutely nothing. I looked and looked and looked. I layed down on the floor because I grew tired, when I looked to the left I caught a glimpse of a shiny something. I made myself get up and reach far under the rack. It was a couple of protein bars. Someone must have accidentally kicked them under here without knowing it.

I thought of things that I had at the cdc. Things that I used everyday. Some of these items included: toilet paper, batteries, toothbrush, toothpaste, a flashlight and this new journal. I even grabbed a couple of pens just in case. I sure did feel bad just taking these items, but no one was in the store and I didn't have any money. I left them a note in the store telling them I would pay them back whenever I earned some money. It was hard finding somewhere to sleep. I really miss my bed at the cdc. I had blankets and pillows of my own and it was warm there. I'm settling down in a car that I found, since it doesn't have roaches in it like the grocery store had. An old jacket is here in the car so I guess I will use it to cover up with for the night. I have to admit, I'm pretty scared and I really miss Mrs. M. I hope to find