As he awoke from the nearby honking of a car Alfred had a feeling that today was different , today something was going to change. But that was crazy, everything had been a scary, messy, horrible thing for him ever since he was "adopted" by his abandoning foster parents. He stood up slowly, trying to ignore the swelling wounds on his legs."I have to get there!" he yelled quite loudly. Though he couldn't tell with the ringing in his ears he was experiencing."I must get to school!" School. His chance to maybe have a better life. It was school.
In a rush to the end of the street he ran into an older man, the man had a white beard and a cart full of loose bottles. He remembered what his foster-mother had said about these people, "Old , worthless, bags of bones they are! Poorer than dirt! Don't be around these pathetic people Alfred or I'll whack ya good!"And she meant it, she meant it even though when she said those things she had been drunk on whatever alcohol there was left.
But he never did believe what she said, a horrible woman, evil, she always lied to Alfred, never thought of anyone but herself. He passed the old man and ran farther down where there was an old but large house, rickety but yet it seemed like a safe haven to Alfred at the time. A girl passed him saying something like: "Might as well go in." Yes he thought,might as well go in.
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AdventureThe fictional story of Alfred a boy in poverty and loneliness and what happens when he starts school and meets a girl named Amelia and learns how to write, read, and most of all, forgive.
