A World of Colour

     Luke Miller was raised in a town called the Town of Smallville. Luke was home schooled because his family couldn't afford to pay for the school in his town. His mother taught him everything he knows now, but his mother hadn't gone to school either. She was home schooled, too. Her mother taught her, but knew less than Luke mother does now. Luke wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, you could say. His family was barely able to make it through the week without becoming hungry. Luke's father was working a minimum wage job to pay for the family. Luke's family was average, but with one person working minimum wage, things would be fine for the first few days of the week, then halfway through the week they'd go hungry. Luke was the oldest of the two siblings. He was fourteen while his sister Tris was ten.

    Luke felt as if he had to take care of Tris no matter what the situation was. When Tris became ill due to not eating enough to properly function, Luke would find whatever food he could and give it to Tris. He would do this whenever it was necessary, even if he was weaker than her. Tris would turn down the food and tell Luke to eat it instead because he needed it more. Luke would have to force her at times, Luke couldn't stand watching his sister dying.

   Two years later, Tris and Luke were sitting outside by a fire lit inside of metal barrel. Their parents had kicked them out a year ago because their father felt as if they were just extra mouths to feed. Their mother put up a fight, but could not change her husband's mind. They have adapted to the life outside, it was a rough way of life. Tris had become more fragile, she was thinner than before, but she was fierce. She would do whatever it took to get the food the siblings needed to survive, even if it meant stealing from anyone. She was the same little girl she used to be, she didn't take pity on anyone, but her brother.

    Tris and Luke were passing around a can of black beans and another can of peas. This night they had more food than they usually had a night, it was a feast for them. "How are you, Tris?" Luke asked. "I'm fine, why do you ask?" Tris was confused. "I just miss when we actually had a house and we somewhat happy with what we had. I miss when you and I were happy and didn't have to be so alert all the time. You don't miss that?" Luke said worried about his little sister. "I miss it. I just try not to think much of it. When I used to think about it, it would make me sad, but now all I feel is hatred. Our father kicked us out, his own children just because we needed food too. He wasn't committed to his job, that is why he didn't earn enough money for us to be healthy." Tris's eyes are full of hatred, she looks determined. Tris really did mean what she said. "I'm sorry, little sis." Luke said, trying to cheer Tris up. She smiled and settled into the sleeping bag they shared and drifted off to sleep. "Goodnight Tris." Luke said knowing she wouldn't hear, but it made him a little happier knowing he still had his sister.