"Thay make fun me mommie" said the little girl in my dreams. "Thats only because ur beutifull" said the girls mom. "rreally mommie, am i beutifull" said the little girl . "yes you are, You somtimes i thank that your more beutifull than the stars at night or th sunlights rays" said the little girls mommie as the chilled ran into her arms. The arms of the only person that little girl ever trully loved.
Im woken up by the sound of the other homless people looking around as if thay cant believe they are trully here. I sit up and take it all in, just like the others, i take a look at the chilldren and there weak little bodys barly holding up there own whaight. I look up at the cealling and say out loud "mom,if you were here, would i be here?"
I get up and go to the rest room, i take out a brush probly used by many otheres and brush out my long brown hair. I finnish brushing my hair and put on the same putrid smelling clothse i wear every day. I go back to my cot, i grabb my tennese shoes and my backpack that has the only thangs in that i really can call mine.
I head to the door that leads me out of this prison, carfull so i dont step on anybody thats liying on the floor. I walk out side breathing in the fresh air like it might run out. My feet walk on there own, not nowing were to go but know what to do. I thank of the girl i saw in the mirror, the girl with the plain black eyes, thie scronny girl with the long brown hair and her broken glasses.
what was her name? oh yea, saren and who was this girl saren? none other but me.
should i write more?
Im woken up by the sound of the other homless people looking around as if thay cant believe they are trully here. I sit up and take it all in, just like the others, i take a look at the chilldren and there weak little bodys barly holding up there own whaight. I look up at the cealling and say out loud "mom,if you were here, would i be here?"
I get up and go to the rest room, i take out a brush probly used by many otheres and brush out my long brown hair. I finnish brushing my hair and put on the same putrid smelling clothse i wear every day. I go back to my cot, i grabb my tennese shoes and my backpack that has the only thangs in that i really can call mine.
I head to the door that leads me out of this prison, carfull so i dont step on anybody thats liying on the floor. I walk out side breathing in the fresh air like it might run out. My feet walk on there own, not nowing were to go but know what to do. I thank of the girl i saw in the mirror, the girl with the plain black eyes, thie scronny girl with the long brown hair and her broken glasses.
what was her name? oh yea, saren and who was this girl saren? none other but me.
should i write more?