Personal Narrative: Journal Entry Of Survival

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Journal Entry 5: The Survival is REAL I have to do what I need to survive. I am technically kicked out of my host family's house on the weekends since they want nothing to do with me. They are just required to give me shelter while I am there because that is what they signed up for. While I am “sleeping” I will sneak into the parent's room and reclaim my stolen belongings, since they are my private property. I will then get food with my money, and then I will find a way to charge my phone to contact my friend and get me the heck out of here. I actually have a plan, and it is going well.

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