I am eighteen years old today, at least I think I am. It's so very hard to tell time when all you have to go by is the sun and the moon. It won't really make much of a difference anyway. No one will be celebrating, not one card will be sent, not one birthday song sung. Of course, Dustin always tries to make it seem like the most important thing when in reality, its a small somewhat good bit compared to the gigantic problems around us. You might have figured this out by now but, my brother and I are not privileged like most teenagers. We don't have a permanent place to call our home. We find it challenging to get food for that day let alone the entire week. You could call us orphans, street rats, or riffraff. No matter what you decide to name us we will always try to make the best of what we have and in my eyes I think that is above all the foul names you can think of.
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The Wishing Trees
Teen FictionOlivia and Dustin have always had a hard life. They don't have much, but they pride themselves in trying to make the best of what they have. Olivia has learned very early to be strong and independent. She doesn't show her little brother Dustin how m...
