You see, i'm not perfect. My life is all wrong. I'm 18. I have no career. No friends. No family. All I have is disrespect. Disgusted looks, and a label.
Im Kenly. Kenly Row.I've been homeless since I was 14. I know how to live with it now. The invisibility, the pain, the lonliness.
I'm what you see everyday. One of those people who you avoid. You avoid me because I am a beggar a wanter. But all I want is somewhere warm for the night. Some food. I want to be normal.
I don't think anyone else realises how hard being homeless is. You have to find food to live on everyday and even when you do find it it's not like what you eat. No I eat the leftovers. Another thing is finding shelter. We have to try and find somewhere that can keep us dry if it rains. Keep us warm if its breezy. Keep us away from danger.
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The Streets
General FictionHey wattpadders (I don't know what to call you). This is my first book on here so please no hate. I am completely new so yeah idek what i am doing ok!? This book isnt real it is totally made up. I am thinking of using it as my english project but id...
