It is a description of someone who gets jailed for a period of time but tries to escape find out what happens.

1. There I was lethargically lying on my solid bed which was a
single bed that wasn’t satisfying for me so I just decided to sleep
on my warm, snug carpet. Then there was a knock at the door
which gave me a sudden shock (I jumped in fright).
Who was it? It was the time my mum allowed them up into my
room. I thought (this is the time I need to lie and cover up my
mistakes) so they stepped slowly into my decorated room in
purple and lilac it was beautiful, so they knocked with respect
and I was still thinking of a brilliant cover story. Wait you still
don’t know what crime I committed but you can probably guess,
I fled from one country to the other without a visa which is
illegal. So I quickly tied a rope to the door and stood right at the
edge of the windowpane and pulled the rope so they were
allowed in but who would they talk to as I was not there I
ricocheted from the window.
The next day I was dumped into a cell it was amazing well it was
definitely better than my bed. But the only things I didn’t like
were that they had cameras in the room and I was compelled to
keep fit and healthy which is not my hobby or favourite thing to
do. So in a few hours or two I was doing step-ups, sit-ups and
press-ups my back was I was so knackered but I still couldn’t
sleep all I wanted to do was break out and go back to my purple
and lilac room even though this plain cell had a much more
comfortable bed than mine was.
All I needed was someone to come and deliver my food so I
could easily slip under the lever so I rang the gold-brown bell

2. which was set in my cell and I rang it impatiently without any
pause. So the guard eventually came and delivered my food to
me and without fail I quickly slid under the lever and ran out
without looking back into that doom I set my foot forward into
the future and it really felt like I was already there but I was not
done finishing my forceful fight with the security guards. Ha yah!
That fight was quite something, then I rapidly ran out of the tall
building and into the freedom of life which I was looking for
otherwise I wouldn’t have had the confidence of beating those
defenceless security guards.
It was so refreshing being out of that doom hole that kept me
hostage for days and months it was like my life had a new
beginning and meaning well it certainly was that I couldn’t go
back home as my mum would be ballistic and not even talk to
me which would mean she is in a real mood with me. Was there
actually a chance for me to break out or was it just a hologram...
“Aaah” I screamed it was a hologram with such anger I punched
it and it just flew back at me. Why me? Why was it only me?