Matt picked up the old coin. He blew at it and dust billowed off in clouds
of smoke. He put it in his pocket and decided to keep it for later. He
looked quickly around, and snuck quietly through the crowded woodland area,
ducking for several low branches. The air smelt of hotdogs but quite fresh,
he loved it round here, much purer then the usual New York air. He tiptoed
through some old broken twigs and was soon led back into Central park, on
what used to be a Cart Road. There we couples making out on the bench, It
didn't seem wrong to Matt, it just seemed showing off that they had some
one.. Well Matt would do that if he had some one or anyone .
Matt walked out of central park, and to small newsagents, one of his favourites, hidden in the back streets. He pretended to be browsing, picking different things up, not always putting them back. He did feel guilty smiling and making conversations with the friendly shopkeeper, but it wasn't like he had a choice. He needed feeding! Matt was 14, average runaway teenager age I guess. Tall with hunched shoulders, they were kind of just built like that. He had light grey eyes and choppy blonde hair. He didn't eat often, maybe a Mars Bar a day if he was lucky, and it showed on his stick thin body. You might think it was his fault for running away, but he had a difficult childhood. He'd never known his mother but often wished he did, and as grateful as he was for his dad, he wasn't exactly model parent! It isn't the old drunken pervert story. Matt's dad was a young business young. Too Young and Too Busy! Well, that was about it, Matt was neglected. His dad had got remarried to an evil stepmother, called Brenda (quite like Cinderella) and the ugly stepsisters were the family favourites. He had left a whole 5 months ago and there was no sign of a search party for him yet.. Not that he wanted one. He would never go back.. Matt just wanted to be loved. He truanted from school since the day he left, and was often in trouble for it but he just ran from trouble
Matt walked up through the cold streets and alleys towards boots. There was a small alleyway between Boots. It was really quite narrow, but Matt was very thin and managed to shuffle in a sit down. He'd stay there most days, it was quite warm- well sheltered from the wind- and people could see him. The kinder people who walked past would drop 2ps and 5ps. Most people found it embarrassing to drop 2p. But Matt smiled at everyone, with warm eyes.
Matt was didn't have much chance of a love life. A shame I guess, as he was once a sweet young Teenager, although girls were often at the back of his mind. Sometimes he would feel a stab of pain when schoolgirls walked past, laughing or giving him funny looks. Some of his mates had had girlfriends, but they don't last long on the street. In fact, Matt didn't actually know any girls or have any friends. Well none that actually wanted to know him. He knew a few other homeless men, but when your out on the street your pretty much on your own, No time for this best friends crap. Most of the homeless people were drug dealers or ex- drugdealers anyway. Matt had once of trying it but he could never afford it, and having an addiction was all he needed now. There was only one girl Matt knew properly, but Matt didn't really think of her like that. Izzie, was Matt's friend, well not exactly, She volunteered to help the homeless. She often took Matt cups of tea, or sugar covered doughnuts. Izzie had never asked about Matt's home life, she only seemed to care about Matt. She made him feel special. Most days she came to see how Matt was, and they had a little chat. Izzie didn't even know how old he was, but he guessed it was about 17. Izzie helped everyone; Matt thought she was generous and kind. Matt couldn't help thinking he favoured her. She was had mentioned a couple of times about Matt getting a job.a lot of hinting went on. Matt tried hundreds of times to get a job, but he always looked too scruffy. Once when he did get a paper round, he always got up too late- he obviously didn't have an alarm clock. He tried to get jobs in McDonald's but he was too young, and also he didn't have a permanent address. He gave up on jobs.
It was almost Christmas, and Matt spent most of the night staring up at the sky. He loved the stars, and the whole astronomy thing, but it wasn't very often he found magazines. He loved Christmas; he had good memories from when he was younger. Kids faces lit up, and every one had a certain glow. Once or twice Matt got a small present, it made him so happy! Izzie came to see him around Christmas time. He told her not to- it was good to see her, but she should have been in the warm with her family. She insisted on coming and she brought a hotdog and a box. Matt found a signet ring in the box. He had pawned everything he got to get money to survive on. The ring was so special to him, and so was Izzie. Matt shared the hotdog with Izzie, he felt bad taking things from her, but he was sure one day he'd pay her back. He was determined to save up and get Izzie something special. Izzie left after about 10 minutes but Matt felt much happier and stared dreamily into the sky. He wouldn't deny it; he was totally in love with her.
Matt walked out of central park, and to small newsagents, one of his favourites, hidden in the back streets. He pretended to be browsing, picking different things up, not always putting them back. He did feel guilty smiling and making conversations with the friendly shopkeeper, but it wasn't like he had a choice. He needed feeding! Matt was 14, average runaway teenager age I guess. Tall with hunched shoulders, they were kind of just built like that. He had light grey eyes and choppy blonde hair. He didn't eat often, maybe a Mars Bar a day if he was lucky, and it showed on his stick thin body. You might think it was his fault for running away, but he had a difficult childhood. He'd never known his mother but often wished he did, and as grateful as he was for his dad, he wasn't exactly model parent! It isn't the old drunken pervert story. Matt's dad was a young business young. Too Young and Too Busy! Well, that was about it, Matt was neglected. His dad had got remarried to an evil stepmother, called Brenda (quite like Cinderella) and the ugly stepsisters were the family favourites. He had left a whole 5 months ago and there was no sign of a search party for him yet.. Not that he wanted one. He would never go back.. Matt just wanted to be loved. He truanted from school since the day he left, and was often in trouble for it but he just ran from trouble
Matt walked up through the cold streets and alleys towards boots. There was a small alleyway between Boots. It was really quite narrow, but Matt was very thin and managed to shuffle in a sit down. He'd stay there most days, it was quite warm- well sheltered from the wind- and people could see him. The kinder people who walked past would drop 2ps and 5ps. Most people found it embarrassing to drop 2p. But Matt smiled at everyone, with warm eyes.
Matt was didn't have much chance of a love life. A shame I guess, as he was once a sweet young Teenager, although girls were often at the back of his mind. Sometimes he would feel a stab of pain when schoolgirls walked past, laughing or giving him funny looks. Some of his mates had had girlfriends, but they don't last long on the street. In fact, Matt didn't actually know any girls or have any friends. Well none that actually wanted to know him. He knew a few other homeless men, but when your out on the street your pretty much on your own, No time for this best friends crap. Most of the homeless people were drug dealers or ex- drugdealers anyway. Matt had once of trying it but he could never afford it, and having an addiction was all he needed now. There was only one girl Matt knew properly, but Matt didn't really think of her like that. Izzie, was Matt's friend, well not exactly, She volunteered to help the homeless. She often took Matt cups of tea, or sugar covered doughnuts. Izzie had never asked about Matt's home life, she only seemed to care about Matt. She made him feel special. Most days she came to see how Matt was, and they had a little chat. Izzie didn't even know how old he was, but he guessed it was about 17. Izzie helped everyone; Matt thought she was generous and kind. Matt couldn't help thinking he favoured her. She was had mentioned a couple of times about Matt getting a job.a lot of hinting went on. Matt tried hundreds of times to get a job, but he always looked too scruffy. Once when he did get a paper round, he always got up too late- he obviously didn't have an alarm clock. He tried to get jobs in McDonald's but he was too young, and also he didn't have a permanent address. He gave up on jobs.
It was almost Christmas, and Matt spent most of the night staring up at the sky. He loved the stars, and the whole astronomy thing, but it wasn't very often he found magazines. He loved Christmas; he had good memories from when he was younger. Kids faces lit up, and every one had a certain glow. Once or twice Matt got a small present, it made him so happy! Izzie came to see him around Christmas time. He told her not to- it was good to see her, but she should have been in the warm with her family. She insisted on coming and she brought a hotdog and a box. Matt found a signet ring in the box. He had pawned everything he got to get money to survive on. The ring was so special to him, and so was Izzie. Matt shared the hotdog with Izzie, he felt bad taking things from her, but he was sure one day he'd pay her back. He was determined to save up and get Izzie something special. Izzie left after about 10 minutes but Matt felt much happier and stared dreamily into the sky. He wouldn't deny it; he was totally in love with her.