"No you can't have the money." Max said as he pushed the stack of cash away from the homeless man next to him.
"I know kid. You wanna save up for that summer camp." The man said.
"Ya..." Max looked away.
"How'd you get that much cash anyway?" The man asked.
Max shrugged his shoulders.
"Washed a guys car and mowed his lawn." The boy said.
The man nodded.
"I also stole a couple hundred..." Max laughed as he put the money in his pocket.
"You shouldn't steal Max..." The man said quietly.
"Fuck that! No one gives money to me anymore! All I get is a quarter in my rusty can!" Max yelled and stormed off, leaving the man alone on the sidewalk.
"You can do better kid... I truly believe that." He said after Max.
Max wasn't known to keep friends. People just assumed it was because he was an asshole.
No.
He's scared.
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The Problem Child
FanficPeople always question him about his anger issues. Its not his fault, really... Enter the mind of the ten year old who has more sadness in his life than Nurf... Max Gerret, the problem child. You dont know what he's been through... (Their aged up a...
