Knock knock I heard as I was waking up. I leaned forward turned and laid my feet on the freezing, old, wooden floor. I was shivering as i wondered why someone was knocking on the door. it was probably some people asking for food. The only time people came to our home was too beg for spare food. I heard the quiet footsteps of my mom as they approached the door. We are very poor but that's not unusual here. We live in the smallest and poorest country of the five countries that make our "United Nations" if you can even call it that.
I stood up from my bed and walked towards the door see who it was. My mom slowly opened the door. A man was standing there dressed with very fine clothes, he had clean skin, white teeth, blue eyes, and neaty trimmed blonde hair he only said a few words and left i didnt hear what he said he obvously wasnt asking for food he wasnt from around here no one from here has blue eyes everyone has brown and he had an accent. What is happening i thought i had so many questions racing through my mind. Why was there a man there? Where was he from? why is my mom nervous? It doesnt make
make sense. My mom quickly shut the door and moved quickly around me and into her room. Before she shut her door i saw a single tear fall down her eye.
A few slow and confusing hours past by and lunch arrived we had hard stale bread and ate my eggs but it didn't matter i haven't ate in a day and i was very hungry. I nibbled on the stale bread trying my best not to break my teeth. Ate my eggs in one big mouthful and gussled down four cups of water. After that I went for a run my mom makes me workout. But i dont get the point though, most of us die at 50 from starvation if disease doesnt kill us first. I slipped on dark brown shoes with a small . hole through the front and a really small and light leather jacket and left.
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