BLOOD SHED(gxg)

BS 1

"Mother...Father"

"Keith my child. I want to say we'r-"

"No mother, don't say such things"

"Our time has come and as much as we want to stay with you and see you grow to be a beautiful and strong young woman we can-"

"No! Don't say that father"

"Shush now Keith my darling. We hope YOU will still be our positive little girl..."

I opened my eyes to be greeted by the breeze of the Islarian street where I spent my days since my parents died by yet an unknown illness leaving me behind to grieve in the streets and tried to survived everyday in this very cruel world.

Its been a tough year for me living in the streets and making me grow in hunger and poverty. People either avoided or sneered at me at what they called 'street child'. Women cringed at how filthy and un-groomed I am. Men mocked and smiled at me filthily with those horrible smiles of them.

For a whole year of leaving in the streets I witnessed them all. Inequality. Cruelty. Mercilessly. Unfairly. Ugly. Judgementally. Savagely Injustice. That was the world I recently started to grew up with but my parents always told me to remained calmly positive in life. Believing it was all challenges the God has given to me and more has yet to come.

"Keith!", a familiar voice called from behind.

I smiled as I turned towards Michel who I first became friends with since last year. He was followed by three others kids like us. Serbia, Fernandez and Hernia.

My life would be very tough especially going alone but thanks to them I managed and survived. We are all the same street kids after all.

" Same thing?",Fernandez suggested as he eyed the food stall in front of us where an old lady was selling fresh cured meat.

"I guess...",Hernia then looked at Michel then towards me looking for answer. I was against at our lifestyle in stealing food but we had no other choice. We are just striving to live and survived in this world. Michel shrugged his shoulder beside me looking away as guilt and in-surety was written on his face.

" Oh you two and your sense of justice. Let's just go back in stealing... ",Fernando encouraged with a small smile. This is the way we lived a couple of months ago after I've meet their group BUT this was not right.

" Let's just go to the forest. I've bet our Apple tree is in fruit right now"

...

"This is delicious", Fernandez exclaimed happily while munching his share of apple.

" Yeah especially were the ones who plant this here",Serbia added gulping down the water we collected near the river.

I smiled at the sight of my friends happy and stomach full. If it wasn't for them I would be alone and lonely in the streets by myself.

"I still can't believed Michel suggested planting this apple and we waited for about almost a year", Fernandez smirked at Michel who raised his brow but with a smile plastered on his lips. We all did our best to plant and took care the Apple tree saplings this recent months and it was all worth it. Sweat. Tears. And blood. Literally.

" There's a lot more to share to everyone ",I commented before grasping few in my arms while trying to find something helpful for a few bunch of apple's for our other friends we just recently met.

" Why don't we just eat them for ourselves than give to those lying scums ",Fernandez argued waging his hands while sitting lazily beside the adolescent Apple tree.