Something seemed off today. I was thinking about my real family more than ever.. Even though I've never met them. I could see the bridge at least two miles away from here and I was actually kind of excited, but I would be better off being there by myself. My "mom" put on a horrid shade of orange lipstick and puckered obnoxiously.
We pulled into the parking lot and waited in the line. There was a small opening and I could see the fish tank tunnel. There were baby sharks, and there was a little boy who was bawling his eyes out because the shark made him scared. It made me really mad. In fact it made me so mad I don't know what had gotten into me, but I stormed out of line and grabbed a empty baby stroller and smashed it against the glass. I started a scene. People started recording and calling the police but I didn't care. It cracked. I hit it continuously, and then they were free. All the water poured over me and the Sharks flopped on the ground. Everyone panicked. I grabbed them, fearlessly and ran. I ran so damn fast no one could keep up with me. I went to the bridge and threw the Sharks in the water.
I could feel the adrenaline running through my veins. It felt so right, it's like sharks were smiling at me, I wanted them to be free. I must've imagined it, but when I threw them in the water, they came to the surface and waved at me. I blinked and shook my head. That couldn't have been possible. But I know what it's like to be in the aquarium, to be stared at and wanting to be free, and to go home to my true family.
I was still standing on the bridge and the new reporters and cops started rolling up. I ran past the bridge and didn't care if I got hurt, I needed to get away from the people.
