I am a 13 year old girl and I live in Austin, Texas. The neighborhood I live in a safe environment, or so I thought.

This happened over spring break and I will never forget it. I was staying with my best friend for the week, seeing as her parents were out of town, she didn’t want to be alone. Lets call her Zoe. The first night was a normal night. Although, we didn’t like what happened the next night. We were sitting in her room that night, starving to death. We decided to look for food in the house, but we couldn’t find anything. So, we decided to go and get food.