The Days When I Was "Abandoned"
I lived alone since I was twelve. At that time, I thought there was no love and warmth in this world.
On September 1th, I was sent to the county's middle school. After arranging the daily necessities for me, my parents, then, left the rental house.
Night fell; fear rose. Sure enough, it was a sleepless night and that was just the beginning. The door was battling with the powerful wind and the window rattled noisily as if trembling with scare. I knew very little about life; for a moment, I felt I was abandoned.
What’s more devastating was, on the third day <s style="color: rgb(230, 0, 0);">when</s> I went back home—more specifically a shelter, by no means a home in the eyes of a twelve year old—I found my key was gone. Being sure that there was no key in my pockets, I then fumbled in my backpack, but it likewise, didn’t show a trace of the key. Seized with <s style="color: rgb(230, 0, 0);">desperate </s>desperation (you need the NOUN, not the ADJECTIVE) , I wept, sitting feebly on the staircase <s style="color: rgb(230, 0, 0);">in </s>of/at/by front of the door. <s style="color: rgb(230, 0, 0);">One</s> A voice was lingering in my head, “Now, you damn house are desert<s style="color: rgb(230, 0, 0);">s</s>ing me (you need present continuous), too.”
Amazing imagination and great attempt with English!