I sit down in my chair drumming my fingers on the desk thinking on what I should do. Im lost thinking on what I should write. My ideas always slips away when I need it. It’s like I could reach out and grab it. I pause I got an idea.

The chase a story on about a boy who is a wanted. It startes of with a boy who is a wanted criminal and a runaway. And his parents died at a young age you goes to a town and get caught for stealing. A search goes out for him and needs to run. He finds a old craked cabin that looks like if you taped to hard it would all fall. down a mile from town away to find out he stays there for a week. Until he was found he was taken to jail but then escaped.

I was so into this book a could not even here my mom talk to me. I zoned out so considerate like a cheata hunting its pray. I could not stop 2 hours went passed it felt like 20 minutes. So I went back to writing having nothing else to do.

After he escaped he hiked up a mountain far from any civilization. With no one to tell him what to do. He made it to the top to find a old cabin with wood to be about 20 years old.and stayed there till the day of death the end