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The Day He Left
By Claire Kays
Genre: Non-fiction Level: Junior 7-9
Category: UAA/ADN Creative Writing Contest

         It happened so fast. One moment he was there, chirping and the next, the little yellow and green budgie was flying out the door. I froze, unable to think or move as I waited for him to come flying back in to safety. When he didn't return I ran outside.

        No one had even seen the colorful bird fly out the door and into the dangers of the wilderness. In a desperate chance to find my best friend, I climbed up a tree, searching the leaves for the bird. I could hear the scared squawks but I couldn't tell where they were coming from.

       As the search for him continued, I ran to my neighbor's driveway to try and find him in the trees over there. I could see the small creature, perched high in a tree as I forced myself not to cry or give up. I begged for him to come down, trying everything I could think of. Nothing was working - he was too high in the tree, too afraid to come down to me.

      I watched as he flew across the street and into a different tree, following after him. The tears were falling freely now, my vision blurry as I tried to wipe them away. It was obvious the stubborn bird wouldn't come back to me and it broke my heart.

      A little while later, my dad brought out his cage and some celery, trying to bribe him down from the high treetops.

      After an hour or two of trying, I gave up and walked home. This time, I didn't bother trying to stop the tears or wipe them away. I merely let them fall as I walked into my room and shut the door.

      I stayed in my room for what seemed like an eternity - crying and shaking. There was nothing that could help me get over the pain and heartbreak of losing my pet bird.

     Later that evening, at around nine thirty, I went to look again. I searched the woods, occasionally hearing him or seeing him. He still refused to come out of the tree.

    After another hour of trying, I gave up once again and went back inside. It was the first night t had ever cried myself to sleep and it wouldn't ever be the last.

    The next day I searched again, this time I didn't hear or see him at all. I went home, crying and I knew that Fareed, my bird for two and a half years wasn't coming home.


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