The new face of homelessness

Chapter 1

Have you ever imagined going from living in a home to a house? What a terrible thing that could ever happen to an individual. Well, this happened to my mom, brother, and me. It started when my mom believed this friend of hers was supposed to be her friend, which turned out to be something not even remotely near to what he was. Lawrence was his name. Bancro was the street that Lawrence lived on. Let's not forget the house that  Lawrence lived in. Ugly, messy, smelly, pictureless, unappetizing, dull, unappealing, comfortless, and mostly just needed a paint job and a roof remodeling. Lawrence's house reminded me of like just a plain old run-down house that you might see in those horror movies. Similarly, like a junky unappealing house, you may see in a small part of a movie scene. Or comparatively, maybe just the one right across the road from your own house. Lawrence's house reminded me of a dairy farm I once visited, with a summer camp. We all know that that stinks! Perhaps now you probably have an idea of what this man's house is like. My brother Troy, just so uninterested and exhausted from this long transition from a home to a house, was about ready to hibernate from the ugliness of Lawrence's house. I would too! After a while of being settled at Lawrence's house, it was a tremendous change for all of us. Lawrence was such a nightmare and misery. It was astonishing that I believed this wicked and dreadful person was ever going to enrich and improve my energy and fuel my soul. Lawrence was an invisible entity of my existence. Lawrence seemed like a friendly person at first, but isn't that how they all are? Isn't that how all the fools try to interfere with their victim's growth in life and try to have power over them? Lawrence was bitter to mom and Troy. The only thing I found humourous about Lawrence was how he would always buy me and my mom coffee and donuts mostly every morning from Tim Horton's or McDonald's or wherever, but only to rook us in for us to be his next victims in the cycle of abuse.  Let's also not forget how Lawrence would get up extra early sometimes to get me a Bacon, egg, and cheese McGriddle, which is a breakfast sandwich. This was all for show, just to have us gain trust towards him.  Lawrence also verbally abused us. This was by threatening us it just being rude. Most people don't think of verbal abuse as actual abuse, but Lawrence was a great example of that. Little does the world know how a horrible person can just be across the street from you. Possibly that weird guy that lives in that weird house with an old rickety car and an older house. A better description of the setting of  Lawrence's house was he needed a paint job done on the siding, a better roof; that wasn't going to cave in, new flooring; that wasn't doing to give you a sliver when you walked on it, an interior wall remodeling. Better yet, this man "Lawrence" needed a new passenger-side mirror for his car, a new windshield; with no cracks in it, a cleaning of the interior of his car, and an interior designer to come out to his house to remodel the entire floor plan of his house. Lawrence's house was so junky and sloppy that anybody who walked into his house might as well just turn right around and go home.