Creative Writing: Homeless
I never thought I would ever be in this predicament. I never thought that my own mother would kick me out of my home, my home where my mum raised me and feed me for 16 years, where she used to call my name sweetly, Joshua.
Well, I have thought about it before. It was the main threat my stepdad, Doug used against me whenever I pissed him off. And I pissed him off every day. Maybe I was better off on the streets away from him; well that’s what I like to think.
I turned back and gave my old home one last look before I walked away, shoulders hunched as I dragged my blue backpack across the sidewalk. It hardly weighed anything with just my school uniform inside it and my wallet that probably contained about twenty bucks, but I had no strength to be able to carry it. I felt so defeated. So lonely.
Not knowing what to do or where to go I stopped at the park close by my house. It was full of families having picnics and children running around the place. The scene started a small pain in my stomach that erupted when it made me realise how lonely I actually was. My mother wouldn’t help me, she let my step-dad chuck me right out, literally. I had no friends at all, no other family members. No one to go to, no one to help me.
After people watching for what seemed forever, the families started to disperse. The sun had gone down and the world around me was darkening by the seconds. I managed to find a long bench to rest on, it wasn’t very comfortable. The hard wood hurt my back and a few splinters caught on my skin.
It wasn’t much but it was all I had for now.
***
The next day I had school. My uniform was all crumpled and dirty from being stuffed in my bag all night. Despite it being only one night my hair was messy and greasy and I didn’t smell too good either. I tried as much as I could to avoid attention which wasn’t that hard, people rarely noticed the losers anyway. I didn’t hang out with anybody at lunch. I sat in the back of the class. I managed to go unseen for
Well, I have thought about it before. It was the main threat my stepdad, Doug used against me whenever I pissed him off. And I pissed him off every day. Maybe I was better off on the streets away from him; well that’s what I like to think.
I turned back and gave my old home one last look before I walked away, shoulders hunched as I dragged my blue backpack across the sidewalk. It hardly weighed anything with just my school uniform inside it and my wallet that probably contained about twenty bucks, but I had no strength to be able to carry it. I felt so defeated. So lonely.
Not knowing what to do or where to go I stopped at the park close by my house. It was full of families having picnics and children running around the place. The scene started a small pain in my stomach that erupted when it made me realise how lonely I actually was. My mother wouldn’t help me, she let my step-dad chuck me right out, literally. I had no friends at all, no other family members. No one to go to, no one to help me.
After people watching for what seemed forever, the families started to disperse. The sun had gone down and the world around me was darkening by the seconds. I managed to find a long bench to rest on, it wasn’t very comfortable. The hard wood hurt my back and a few splinters caught on my skin.
It wasn’t much but it was all I had for now.
***
The next day I had school. My uniform was all crumpled and dirty from being stuffed in my bag all night. Despite it being only one night my hair was messy and greasy and I didn’t smell too good either. I tried as much as I could to avoid attention which wasn’t that hard, people rarely noticed the losers anyway. I didn’t hang out with anybody at lunch. I sat in the back of the class. I managed to go unseen for