It is not easy living on the streets. I can tell you that for a plain fact. Cops who chase you off of benches, Scavanging for food in garbage cans, then being chased off by the owners. They don't want the homeless digging in their cans, even if the homeless in question are three kids. Rain, snow, sleet, cold wind, no shelter, no warmth. My siblings and I have had the pleasure of having no home smack dab in the middle of winter. No one wants to hire the homeless boy when there is a perfectly good kid that has a home, is clean and reliable just around the corner.
I refuse to put my name, or my siblings names down in case this notebook is found...I didn't exactly buy it after all. I may tell you what my name is later, when I actually acquire a notebook I did not steal. I have to put down my thoughts, else I will go mad. You may be wondering why a 16 year old kid, with two younger siblings are on the street. I don't really care anymore, it is not like telling you will change anything.
Well when I was 10 years old, my youngest sibling, my baby sister, was born. My mom abandoned us about 5 months after that. I can't really remember her reason. My siblings were lucky, they looked more like our father, I had our mother's look. I was beaten black and blue almost everyday. There were some days in which I couldn't even go to school because I couldn't move. A few times in which I was raped, but I never told my siblings the exact reason why I was covered in bruises and almost always in pain. What could I say after all? Your big brother is getting abused and raped by the man who is supposed to love us always...yeah that would go over well.
Well 5 months ago my father was murdered at a bar, One shot one kill type of thing. I could care less how he died, I couldn't love him anymore after the abuse and only stayed in fear he would do the same to my siblings. Well my father had a huge debt, The government took the house as payment. Whatever, at least my brother is now 7 and sister now 6. I couldn't handle a job, getting abused everyday, school and taking care of my younger siblings. I had to drop out of school after my father died. We were thrown on the streets, no one cares about a few kids with a father who had a huge debt after all. We only had one back pack with some clothes, toothbrushes, toothpaste, and a comb.
Whatever, anyways 5 months later and I don't have a high school education, I have no job, no home, no food and two siblings who barely eat as it is. I can't remember the last time I showered and it doesn't help that winter is longer and colder this year. I don't get why all the bad luck happens to me. though I guess I did something as a kid for this to happen. Karma is a bitch...at least don't make my siblings suffer my fate.
Every weekday I wake my siblings and we walk to the fountain in the middle of the town square. Where else can they at least wash off? I make sure they clean up everyday, because even if I am a drop-out, I refuse to let them quit school. They have a better chance than I did. While they are at school, I am digging through garbage cans, looking for scraps of food for our dinner, I never think about eating breakfast or lunch, not when the amount of food I find is barely enough to feed the three of us at dinner.
Today was different though. Today I spotted the most handsome red-head I have ever seen. He is tall. I don't know maybe 6 foot 4? My best guess anyways. He is lightly tan, and very slender. Not like he starves himself slender, but more like athletic slender. He bright red hair that goes past his shoulders, though the way he has it styled, well it is spikey. I wonder if it is like mine and natural, or if he actually has to work on it every morning...I bet that would be a pain. His eyes though...god his eyes are a beautiful green. I think forest, emerald and sea green mixed would be the best description of his eyes. He also has weird purple tear drop like tattoos under his eyes, but I can't really complain, they make him look like a sexy bad-ass.
I say it was different because, everyone ignores me and my siblings if they are with me, but this guy...this guy saw me and he gave me his jacket...not even lying! I mean I know it is snowing and I am freezing...but a total stranger gave me, a random homeless boy, his own jacket. I don't know what he saw in me for him to do that, but he gave it to me and I almost cried right there. But of course this red-head's kindness didn't end there. He gave me some money for food. REAL MONEY! My siblings and I can eat tonight because of this man!
I never even got to thank him, he was gone as quick as he came. I lost which direction he had went, but I was so grateful to that man. I went straight to a grocery store and bought so many cheap foods. I even got some fruit and spam in a can. I want my siblings to be able to eat at night, and for a few days we will be able to eat real food! Not any garbage for us! I better also think about getting another backpack for the food, but until then I will use my own.
But, as I bought all those items, I always wondered who that man was...I mean what man will help a complete stranger, a homeless stranger at that.
Sorry it is a little short, a prologue to the next chapter, which I promise will be longer.