It was a cold dark wet night, I almost feel asleep when all of a sudden there was this deep loud voice that had seemed very close to me. " Hey Hey you over there", hollered the deep loud voice, I looked up and he was coming closer to me than anyone has ever come close to me, except my parents, but this is a whole other story. I sat up and said "what do you want", in a very low little voice.
"I want some money and you'd better give me it", alerted the man.
"I I don't have anything", that man came right up to me and gave me the hardest slap there was. It stun like hell, I was wimping, but after living on the streets of New York you learn that just a slap is NOTHING.
After the man had left I went to sleep I was so tired and exhausted, from all that's been happening.
Those next few days were very boring; usually ill go for a walk or write in my diary, or even go to Time Square but not today I didn't, I just sat on my mattress and thought about a lot. Like what are my parents thinking right now, and would they be regretting throwing me out. I had no clue they probably didn't even care anyways.
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The Poor Kid On The Block
Non-FictionIt's Christmas and a little girl Katie is left all alone on the street to die. Thousands of people walk by Katie each day and do NOTHING. Until the night of December 24. Get ready to go on an emotional thrilling ride.
