Street+Kid

The cold wind whistled through the trees, as I slowly made my way down the street. I didn’t know where to go, or what to do tonight. My bare skin had goose bumps, and I shivered trying to pull my holey coat tighter around me. It had been raining, the streets were wet and I was still drenched from the rain that afternoon. I was alone like always. I have no home, no family and no way of knowing what was going to happen next.

I turned the corner down to the ally, to a place which I prayed hadn’t been thrown away. It was still there, my cardboard box the closest thing I had to home. I crawled inside it smelt horrible and was soggy but it was all I had. I trembled as I pulled on my worn blanket over myself. It dripped on me making me even more wet and cold. I closed the box hiding myself away from the world. Praying that when I wake up I would be somewhere else, anywhere else. I am a street kid, a common rat who no one cares about, and no one ever will. How did things get this way? How did I lose my life?

It all started with the death of my mother, which is a sad fact in itself. My dad didn't hadle her death well, all he would do was sit by the back door for weeks drinking a bottle of tekila. He would continusuly saying "She'll come home darling, just wait and see" she never did. It took four poliecemen and our neighbour Phil to finally pry him away from the door. I was glad Phil reported seeing dad not moving through the window me and my brother Lucus were to scared to walk up to dad and ask him to move.

Dad got worse he would drink, drink never stopping for a breath, that's all he did day and night. One day when dad had drunken his breakfest of two bottles of wine he went down to the shops and never came back.

The poliece pounded on our door that night at two in the morning. I was only eight years old when I lost my dad. He ran a red light and hit a bus killing himself along with three people. When his funeral came and people were crying, i was slightly happy at least he will be with mummy now. After the funeral me and Lucus were taken to the parking lot and sat in the back of a small mini van. We were now orphans no home, no family except each other.

By Catherine (will continue)