The Abandoned Street.

Hello, my name is Logan. And this is a story about my street that I live on. 'Downing Street'. (Which was once the most busiest street in the world). And everyone used to always come out of their houses and play with their friends and family. Although, I didn't like this. I wasn't really that type of teenager that goes out to play, I just usually like to stay at home; where it's safe. However, I now regret this.

One day, although it was Saturday, (which is the most busiest day) nothing was opened... I felt alone. I got out of my wooden blunt bed, and searched for my parents. However, they were not home. 'They wouldn't leave without telling me'. I thought they went for shopping, but everything was closed. 'Where could they have gone?' I thought deeply about this, thinking and thinking, not knowing what to do.

Until then, I made the most riskiest choice in the world. Stepping outside. I tried to stop myself, but I kept telling my head this is for my parents. And for the first time ever, I started to make my way out of the house. And looked around the whole neighbourhood. Everything was quiet, not even single sound was heard. Just breeze. 'It's never this silent..' I thought. Then after hours of searching, I gave up. 'Have my parents really left me behind?' I found out it hard to believe that my own family would do this. I was alone for about 5 years now, but a miracle had just happened; A person was standing in the middle of the street, standing still.. I couldn't believe it. "H-Hesh?" I said. 'Brother?..'