There it is, I think dreamily, supper. I stare wide eyed at the fat squirrel gnawing on an acorn by a tree. I'm sitting behind a bush in my old, dirty clothes. I haven't taken a shower in who knows how long. Only small washes in the lake. My mouth waters as I think of the cooked squirrel entering my mouth. I haven't found one this big in a long time. It's about three inches wide. A fat squirrel might not be much to you, but to me, it's a meal at a banquet. I find a sharp rock and hide behind a tree. I get my rock ready to throw. Just one shot, I think, you only have one shot at this. I raise my hand, and the rock leaves my fingers as my hand loosens its grip on it. I miss. It lands an inch from the squirrel, and frightened, it scurries off and into a tree. I wish I could be like Zack Woodgreen. He never has to worry about an empty stomach, or his hygiene. For once I wish I could walk in his shoes. For now, I guess there isn't any dinner today- again.
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Deceived
Teen FictionAutumn Greenwood is living on the streets. Separated from her family who were killed by a devastating storm, she begs for money and sometimes eats raw food from the woods. But when she meets famous millionaire Zack Woodgreen, she realizes he's not a...
