By: Tabby Merkle
My story is one of a young boy, who has no name, no family and is entirely alone. He wanders New York, scavenging and living on his own, accepting money from strangers and living in the dirt of Times Square. He wanders into an airport and relaxes for a while, enjoying the luxuries of the airport, including the bathrooms with showers and gift shop area for new clothes, and finds himself talking and befriending a young, married couple. Suddenly, with a flash of light and crash of thunder, everyone remembers their names, and he finds that his family had been in front of him the whole time.
This is where the story starts, with the young boy waking up on a park bench.
The story then continues, and the young boy finds himself on a street curb.
The story ends in an airport, when he is talking to a couple at the seating area.
Tabby Merkle. 16 years old. Junior at NFV. Participates in choir, chamber choir, art, and speech. I'm not entirely sure what to put here, so let's call that good.