Sitting in front of the gas station, cold, dirty, as this being the best (and last) place for me to stay. Almost forgetting my own name, but the small cup with letters printed shakily, "STINKY JOE." A high school student who was working there , no older than 16 walked up to me wearing a black polo with a large green "7" printed on the front of it.
"Hey man you gotta go, can't let you stay here."
It reminded me of myself, that was the very moment I realized how fortunate he was. I stood up to leave, but the moment I walked to cross the street, I heard a loud screech. I whipped my head around and was met with car headlights for a split second. Before I could even process what happened, my body collided with the white truck that was in front of me. I was flung and landed on the windshield like nothing.
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Story i turned in for 6th grade final writing assignment that i got a 2 on
Randomhey guys i was going through some old shit and i found ermm this sotry do you guys think i cooked do you think i deserved a 2 on this
