I am a poor kid. I have no good clothes ro wear. Just the ones that are dirty or the ones with holes in them. When i go to school i look around and see kids with Polo shirts, Joggers, and Jordans. And I look at myself and think real hard as if i was comparing my self. My grandma says don't worry everything will get better. And every year around tax time my mom spends it on drugs and alcohol. No wonder my siblings act the way they do its brcause of her. I wish she would get out of the motel thats she's living in and get a house. And a car, but if she can't get a house how can she get a car. When I walk down the street I see people staring at me as if I had a mole on my face. "Yea im poor, you gotta problem!" Is what i wanna say. But i control my self unlike others. I just wish I had ajob so I can make my own money. But im only 12 so how am I gonna do that. Oh well back to raggity clothes. In my head I think that things will get better. And hopefully it will
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The Hard Life
Teen FictionThis young girl is going through rough times. She's battling depression, and trying to keep her feelings in. Not to mention the money hardship. But can she?
