Mango's P.o.v

People came today and told me to pack my belongings.
I don't want to leave my house but I have to.

I pack three suitcases in total.

One held my clothes and some money.

One my blocks, pictures and my parents wedding rings.

The last one held my baby blanket and pillows.

My parents shouldn't have died but now I have to live on for them.

I'm going to be alone but it's okay.

I won't die.

I can't.

There's a small area near by.

It's a woods.

I'll build a house there.

We'll a shack anyway.

I'm not going to die.

Besides they won't accept me in the orphanage so.

I head out my suitcases in hand.

I'm going to be alone.

As I near the woods I take one last glance in the direction of my childhood home.

I'll only go back in town for the items I need and the reaping.

My ninth birthday is soon but it won't be the same.

I'll be alone.

I start building a home out of these trees and I smile.

This is my new home.

"Mango, I am always with you."A voice said.

This is my new home for good.

Nobody will destroy me here.