Begging For Something | Boy X Boy

Chapter One: Scraps

You see that guy over there? That's not me. Nor, Am I that chick with her girl posee. I'm that guy, The one back in the alley. The one thats wearing a old torn up hoodie and has scruffy black hair. That's me.

Daniel, if you will. I'm one of those beggers that get appalled on the street. The ones that scrape by with what they have. The ones that look like creepy drug addicts, or maniacs.

I'm one of those guys. A poor, young, fool. I was abandoned by my family at a young age and taken in by a couple of homeless people. I was always told that they were starving so much they almost ate me. But, it's just a bunch of bologna.

"Please, could I have some money? Even a penny!" I ask a man passing by.

He stops for a second considering the possibility. Or, at least that's what I thought. He laughs before spitting on me.

"Ya think I'd give you any of my money? I worked hard for it. Not prepared to spare it on you druggy arse." He shouts in reply as he walked off.

I scoff and turned back to the alley. In this place, It's really Impossible to get money. All the people pass you bye and shove. A couple times my money has gotten stolen. It's Detroit, what more do you expect?

I grab my money realizing the time. When the sunsets we head home. Home, It's not very homey? I guess you could say.

Our home is a little area underneath a big highway. Where only remnants of rats and graffiti are left. It's quite broken down, but home is home.

As I walk in, I see they already put out the barrel fires. It looks dim and smokey, yet still alive. This is my home. I was raised by a small couple, who is curled up in a corner struggling for warmth.

"Sweety, You're back! Made any money?" Annabelle asks.

Annabelle is my mom, In a way. she may be homeless, but she can still rock some shorts. I shouldn't say that about my mom.

"Yeah, Only two bucks though." I reply with a faint smile.

She holds out the jar with a huge grin on her face. This is the family saving jar. Usually the kind you would find on your refrigerator or shelf. Well, our is hidden in the crack on the wall of the highway area.

I toss the change in the jar. So far twenty-five dollars, not much. I've been doing this for fifteen years and that's all I got. The whole point is to save up money so all of us can start a new family life.

"You might think it's nothing, but trust me. It's much more than you think!" She exclaims jogging back to the corner.

I sigh and smile. Mom has to be the most enthusiastic begger there ever is. I go by the fire and see Jonathan.

Jonathan is my father, Once again, In a way. He is probably the sweetest guy there is. He once gave all of his savings to another begger.

I pass by my mini-family and smile. I live in the back, where I hung a giant curtain that a found in the trash for some privacy. Which doesn't really exist if you live under a highway.

In my area I have thing I collected and saved. Random labels from trash and knick knacks. The place where I sleep in some old matress that was thrown out. This is my room.

It's more comfortable than you think. At least, the matress is. It's my home, my casa...My trash.
Well, home is home.

This is my life, living off scraps.