does everyone want a passion as strong as mine? that im litrally saving up for it since i was 9 the truth is i want to get away from my family as soon as possible...
i was woken up by the misreble moan of our dying dog before you can say anything i am certainly never cruel to any living creature. We have no money my uncle is skint he can't afford to buy clothes on our backs let alone feed our dog, me and my 4 brothers and 2 sisters are all growing out of our clothes espiecally Al his sleeves are nearly up to his elbows, Haley only has one shoe so me and Jay made flip flops from foam that we found in the rubbish skip near our block estate. I just wish i could run away with him to the train station ride to the land of money never existed, thats why me and him do the paper round but we end up buying a small plastic bag full of tinned baked beans and bread so we all can survive.
"SAM get your ass out of this door in 10 mins or ELSE!!" Trover yelled at me in his gruff voice, so i scuttled to the bedroom to fetch my clothes that i havent washed in days and stretched them on me over my skinny body wheezing with effort, then i ran to the door and grabbed my old tiny primark trainers.
'sorry' i said
'you should be your late their all down in the yard bringing the deliveries to the taxi driver' he grunted his stubbled chin moving quickly (he ment the whiskey amd rum he made in the garage uncle trevor's planning for us to move as the social services are on us so he needs to make a bit of dosh and he can move in with druggy dan his awful hideous pal in kent)
