James arrived at the homeless shelter. He saw a student from school using his volunteer hours. James put the hood of his jacket up in such a manner that it hid his face from the student’s view. He saw his mother holding two cans of soup and two spoons. “Here’s your dinner. Booboo!” exclaimed his loud mother as she handed him a can with a spoon stuck inside. “Yum” James said sarcastically as he slowly brought the spoon to his mouth. “Mr. Stuart?” James turned around, his stomach sinking. It was the boy who James had noticed earlier. “It’s me Joey Hame”. James instantly recognized the young boy who he had baby-sat so many times. “Uh, hi” Were the only words James could mutter before being interrupted by the fast-talking Joey. Joey wasn’t a bad kid, he didn’t mean to interrupt, yet he was constantly seeking to be heard. “I heard what happened to you, I’m really sorry.” “It’s fine” James replied “We all gotta get through things.”
“Yeah, but the things the kids, and especially the teachers are saying.. It’s horrible.”
“What are they saying?” James asked with curiosity.
“They’re saying you killed your dad..”
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The Poem
Storie breviJames Stuart, after the death of his father, learns that he has been evicted from his apartment. But something, one thing, keeps him going back, the safe that James is sure is father had left. Why else would the most expensive safe he had ever seen...
