"It was a scorching summer afternoon, the kind that made the sun-baked streets feel like a furnace. I, Shamuel, aka Shame, trudged through the dusty alleys, sweat dripping down my face like a slow-moving river. The air reeked of exhaust fumes, stale food, and despair. I felt like I'd been thrown into a frying oven and was about to become a crispy chicken!
As I walked, the aroma of sizzling street food wafted through the air, taunting my growling stomach. Ah, speaking of chicken, it's been ages since I last savored a juicy piece of meat. My mouth watered at the thought, but I knew it was a luxury I couldn't afford. The pangs of hunger were a constant reminder of my struggles.
I passed by the cramped, rusty shacks that lined the streets, their corrugated iron roofs reflecting the sun's glare like a mirror. The sounds of honking horns, chatter, and clanging pots filled the air, creating a cacophony that was both familiar and overwhelming.
By the way I'm 16, and unfortunately, I don't attend school due to financial constraints. My two younger brothers and I share a small, dingy room in a rundown building, where the walls seem to closing in on us.
Just then, a voice behind me shouted, 'Hey Shame, come here!' I turned to see a creepy old man, my boss, standing in the doorway of his cramped, dimly lit office. His reputation for bullying the weak and having inappropriate relationships with his sister made my skin crawl. Ugh, what a despicable person!
He barked at me, 'Come quickly, take your money, and get out of here!' I counted the cash and found ₹2000 missing. I asked, 'What's going on, sir? My money is short!' The old man sneered, 'You're a minor, so you didn't work as hard as the others. I deducted the amount to help those who work hard, like me.' I was furious and retorted, 'How dare you! I work just as hard as the others. Give me my money!'
The old man's face contorted in anger, and he spat, 'How dare you talk to me like that, you ungrateful wretch! Be grateful for what you have, and don't forget it's my kindness that gave you a job, you retard!' He added, 'You're fired!' I couldn't control my anger and kicked his ugly face, but his bodyguards overpowered me and took away my money.
As I sat on the roadside, crying, I thought, 'It's true what they say - the rich get everything, and the poor get nothing. And if the poor do get something, the rich will take it away.' Just then, a voice said, 'Brother...'
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