Mackayla's P.O.V.
It's my 10th birthday and we are still all alone, no family to celebrate. My sister, Mackenzie, and I are all alone on the streets. We have been since I was 3 and my mom and dad died in a car crash. We were the only survivers. Mackenzie was 7 and she has flashbacks often. Right now we are looking in the dumpster for a small meal. Yes! I found a slice of bread! "Sissy! Kenzie! We're in luck! I found bread!" and with that my older siter rushes over to me and takes the bread. She has always been very protective. She rips the bread and gives me a larger portion. I frown."Kayla, I'm older and I will be fine! You are still a growing young lady." and with that she walks off to our little box and curls up into a ball nibbling at her bread. I roll my eyes and walk to the spot next to her. I sit down and rip off small chunks of bread and eat them. I lie down and fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Mackenzies P.O.V.
Homeless. That's the only word that flashes across my brain when I look at my younger sister. I wish I was stronger, she is so young, yet she has to go through this torture. Etched across my heart is hatred and love for Kay. I wish I could do better. I wish I could provide her with more than just a cardboard box and a meal every other day. I wish.
