Friendship

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When I woke up I saw an old man with torn up cloths and the smell of liquor standing above me. I just exchanged a glare with him and then his face turned red and spit started falling on my face. I got up and then I got scared because he yelled at me spontaniously saying.

"I'm gonna count to three for you to leave son! THIS IS MY PLACE!"

I scrambled out of there as fast as I could but not before I realized that the man had been begging on the street for a while and had a cup full of change. I used my five years of practice stealing my friends phones and wallets as a joke and took the man's money.I thought " Serves him right waking up a dying man."

After I had gotten a good distance from the homeless person I walked into a bagel shop went to a lot. I greeted the tall lady at the cashier that i had seen so many times. I ordered a breakfast bagel and she said it would be done in a few minutes. I sat around reading the news. There was only a small article that caught my attention. It was about this gir, one year younger than me, that went to my school. The title read " Fauna Aberk is First Twelve Year Old to Become a Millonare." I started to read it but my bagel was ready so i started to eat it.

As I was just about to take the last bite i heard a bell go off which was the sign that someone had entered the shop. I quickly looked over to see if it was a police officer or one of my relatives. I was relived to see that it was my best friend Tyler Jones from my school. (He had a crush on the cashier lady so he was always hanging around the shop.) I shook hands and he sat down with me and asked me where I had been the last two days. I told him one of my family members were sick and that my parents were out of town. He offered if I wanted to come sleep over and I said yes. At least that night I would be able to sleep on a bed.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 22, 2013 ⏰

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