I got home. I'm exhausted. Most people could chill on their bed and watch TV after a rough day. But no, I should be happy with only a chair to sit on. We have it bad at home. And then I mean really really bad. I don't even know why I still call it a home. It doesn't feel like one.
Due the rains, the crops could only be gathered late this year.
We do buy food in the supermarket. But we also make sure we have enough food of our own. So we won't starve from the hunger.
My father and mother got divorced that's what makes it ten times harder. But me and my little brother Joe will get through this.
I do have a car but I didn't pay it. I made a deal with Melissa and Danny from the Club. They gave me money but they'll probably use their powers to suppress me. Now I have nothing to say and feel not safe anymore.
I actually don't care about that. I want my little brother to be save because he's only 13 and I'm 20 already.
I'm his second mom because his first one isn't there for him. For us. So is our dad. We don't know where he is. Probably drinking in a club or something.
It does sound like me, but I don't want to think about that. I will never be like my father. I'm trying to approach a target. To get us save. To give children what they need. Because I don't want more children to end up like this.
My childhood consisted of fights. I saw my little brother crying in his cot. It was awful.
I might think about robbing the 'king of pop' again. Because I'm not a bad person. But I just don't want me and my brother to get hurt and we need the money.
I don't know how to do it but we need a plan. I can't just sneak in his car and drive to his home. They will notice that immediately. I need to go backstage but how?..
(Another short chapter, but I want you guys to know more about the main character.)
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