This was a story I wrote in school
"One day this life of ours will be good again. We will have a better way to live," said an very old man.
Now this old man lived in a seprate box. Yeah we are homeless. It is just me, my dad, and a few other neighbors.
My mom died a couple of years ago and dad is a druggie and spent all of his and moms money on drugs. We lost the house and now we rarley get food to eat and clean clothes to wear. When people see me and my dad walking around together they look at us like we are the strangers they don't ever wanna know. We used to be very well known but now living on the streets its like they never knew us.
"How can you tell some of us this when we once had a good life ," I said.
"Honey, leace him alone. Let him go. Don't work yourself up," My father said.
When I looked back at the old man he looked as if he were going to cry. So I ran up to him and hugged him and told him how sorry I was.
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In the next we or so I will begin school. Yay for me.
"Dad, I have nothing to wear. They are all dirty," I told him on my first day.
"Ray Washburn! If you do not answer me I will comein there and slap you!" I yelled.
Now he was just in the dumpster next to my box but it has the same affect.
About an hour before school began my dad came in with a new pair of pants and t op and new shoes. ALL MY SIZE!
"Dad what is all of this? Is it for me?"
"I left early this morning and bought it all. Pants, tops, shoes, perfume, and everyother thing the lady told me you would like."
"Where did the money come from?"
"I have been saving every ounce of money for this day. So here this is for you."
"Dad, I love you so much. If mom was here she would be so proud of you."
"I love you too. But mom would be so dissappointed in me for so many reasons. But just get dressed and get to school."
"Okay. But remember I will alwas love you no matter what happens."
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