1/15/18
Hello, I just got back from the most miserable Monday ever. We got evicted on Friday. I've been living at the shelter for the past day and a half. My Dad is out, job searching. While my sister Ruby is still at after care. My day consisted of people staring, "The most popular girl at school is wearing a dirty hoodie" they constantly whispered down my back. Right now all I needed was a friend, I was determined to make And,Buffy, or Cyrus my friend because none of them cared what I wear, they also don't know about the eviction. My mom is getting food at the Dollar Store. Ruby and I can't say how the food was rubbery. It was all we had and we where grateful. Walking home from school was the best part of my day. I had found $5 on the side of the road and went to the supermarket to get a bundle of bananas. When I had showed them at home we each had 2 and we didn't complain, because they where soft, and not rubbery. I was grateful for the person who had dropped the money. They lost something so a poor family could find something. I have 2 shirts and 1 pair of jeans, My 16th birthday is in 8 days and I am not getting a car, last year that sounded like the biggest problem to me. Now its not. Now the biggest problem to me is that we will survive poverty? Will we have to live off welfare and food stamps? How is this world crumbling down on my family. Ruby is back from after care now. It is 5pm and we are wondering why Ruby, my 12 year old sister, Has a bruise of her cheek, 50 thoughts run through my head. Then it hits me, the Dumbis twins. They are the popular kids of 6th grade. They hurt my sister. I needed to talk to someone.
I dial. "Hello?" a groggy voice comes from the phone. "Hi, I need to talk to you"