Blake is 3 years old turning 4 in one week. Stay away from 1st paragraph if you don't like beatings. Actually not that bad.
"You idiot! Your so dumb and nothing like your brothers!" Douglas shouted at Blake, who was already bleeding from when Douglas cut him earlier. Douglas smacked him. Blake tumbled over and crawled away. Douglas hit him with a wooden stick. He had already had a bump on the back of his head. His older brothers just laughed.
After sitting in the corner for 5 hours it was midnight. Blake found the door and left. He walked for an hour and a half, and he came upon a gas station. He found a box. He grabbed his light green blanket from a small backpack he had on. He curled up in the flimsy box next to the dumpster. He fell asleep knowing that no one could hurt him anymore. In the morning the cool air took his breath away. Only temporarily. He got out of his new home and looked for a stool. After an hour of tugging, pushing, and pulling, he dragged over a wooden block. He looked down at the dumpster and found a half empty spray cheese can. He took the can and hopped down. He neatly set the can in his box with his blanket. He hopped back up on the stool and found a bag of cotton balls. This dumpster has the good thingies in it. Blake thought. He set the cotton balls at the head of his blanket. His new little home was turning out well. His box was 5 feet by 4 feet. He decided to sit in his box and look through his back pack. He found 2 stuffed animals and played with them for 2 hours. By now it was 2:00 pm. He squirted some cheeses onto his finger and ate it. It was more then Douglas gave him in a day. Blake started to feel tired. He laid down and took a nap. He slept through the rest of the day and night. When he got up in the morning at 10:00, he looked back in the dumpster. Blake found an old pillow case. He slipped the cotton balls in the case and set the pillow in its spot. He looked back in the dumpster and found crumbs in an old cracker bag. He got down from the stool and set the bag down. Why not look for more thingies? Blake thought silently. He found a mirror and looked at his reflection. HE had soft blondish brown hair and a few gold spots. He had full hassle eyes. He had an adorable smile even though his situation was not the best. He had a dirty shirt and too small jeans. Most of his ankles were showing. He searched though the dirty dumpster and found another dirty shirt. He put it on over his own and it fit. He took it off and set it down in his box which got more like a home every second. Blake felt happy and sat down next to his 2 stuffed dogs. Maybe his life wouldn't be so bad.
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