Hope, what hope? No hope, no light, just darkness. Thats my favorite line from the poem book in ela, because it's true. At least for me. I wake up still behind the school, except its now almost dark. The dumpster right beside me stinks more then last time I was here. Has Mr. Phin come by yet? Hes the janitor, people call him crazy, and gets bullied almost as bad as me. He's crippled, and my only friend. I examine my body, and notice that they dident just stop because I passed out. I had bruises all over and more cuts up and down my arms and legs. Im guessing that the bruises are from them kicking me. Me and a punching bag have two things in common, wear both dead weight and great for punching.
I hear a noise come from the dumpster and freeze. But surprise surprise, it's just Mr. Phin. He is bald with only a few strands of hair that sway, he has the green janitor suit on with blue plastic gloves on. His boots are brown and scraped, his back bends forward some more than normal. Other then his crankly rough voice, oval shape head and has a white blind eye on the left, he's normal. Actually super smart and wise despite the apearance, I guess the wisdom and smarts come with the price of his figure. Not to mention, he was the top student of Harvard, had a goergous face too, but blamed for murder. It wasent until forty years before the real culprit got caught. And when he was in jail, he got burned up bad witch messed up his face. His whole life wasted because of a stupid mistake. Poor guy. Thats probly why were friends, both are lifes are a waste.
I stare at his blue eye as he turns the corner to dump the trash, "ou no not again." He quickly opens the lid of the trash, "ou!" He pulls his right arm back in pain. "the kids get you today too?" He nods with a sigh. He tells the police everytime about what the kids do to him and me, but with the rumor that hes crazy, help never comes. He finishes emptying out the trash with his thin weak hands, shaking as he trys to lift each bag, then closes the lid. He then takes a seat next to me. We stare at the familiar scene, we've stared at this scene the entire time we ever lived here. Him, ten years, me, my entire worthless life.