Anxious on the Subway

by Haiden, age 12
Haiden is 11 years old. He has been writing since he was old enough to pick up a pencil. He has been riding horses since he was 5 years old. When Haiden isn’t writing, he likes to listen to rap and play Fortnite with his friends. This is Haiden’s first summer at Writopia. He is very creative, funny, and nice.

“I feel like someone’s carving a pit in my stomach because my mom is sick. There’s a person staring at me. And when I get off, he is following me.”

I am underground. It looks like there are rats hanging from the ceiling. It smells like pee. I feel like someone’s carving a pit in my stomach because my mom is sick. There’s a person staring at me. And when I get off, he is following me. He is white. He looks like he’s up to no good. He looks like he wants to injure someone. He has his hand in his coat pocket. When I get off, he starts to follow me. I run to my mom’s hospital. And I tell the security guards that there is someone following me. The security guard is a big white guy, and he sounds like he’s French or something. 

He says, “We will not let this man in.” Then I go to the desk, so I can check in to see my mom. I see my mom, and she looks the same as she did before, when she wasn’t sick. Beautiful.