Creative Writing of a Picture

When his parents dropped him off at school, he was already glistening from the sweat he accumulated since the walk from the car. It was the first day that the school was incorperating swimming into the Physical Educaiton program. Charles wore his swimsuit to school, as to avoid having to change into one in the locker room. He had P.E. last period, so he just enjoyed his fashion statement the whole day.

Charles didn't realize that a man was spying on him during lunch. While on his way to the cafeteria for an extra milk carton, the stranger grabbed Charles by the arms and threw him into a big white van.

Charles didn't know where he was. He didn't know how long he had been travelling, and which methods of transportation he was on. He didn't feel like he was in danger, yet he didn't feel safe. The air was no longer hot, it was just humid. He felt around with his hands, consciously realizing that his hands were no longer bound. He lifted off the earmuffs and the blindfold to find himself in a lush green forest.

This was not just a forest that Charles had stumbled into. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He enjoyed watching the mice congregate in a tree trunk and to see the jaguars pass him up due to his lack of meat. Charles threw off his shirt, causing it to float in the water, and bathed his skin with the cool water, making his dark skin shine in the sun. He was homesick, yet felt at home. He didn't know if his family had realized that he had gone, or where he had gone, but he decided this would be a new life.