On the streets of London, there was a boy, his face was as pale as the clouds in the sky, his eyes had lost the colour it once held, That beautiful array that once shone threw them is gone. The boy dress in rags, you'd think hes' had found it in a bin, but to tell you the truth this was given to him by his mother, he has never been given anything other than this, but it was now it's a torn up piece of fabric. This child has never had the comfort living on a proper bed or the opportunity to call someone his mother. This child has lost all hope for himself...
Your proberly wondering why no one has found him, right? well you see he's just a child who looks like some used up trash, who would help him?..no, the real question is would they even notice him.
Here I am, again, sitting, sleeping, crying my my poor helpless self to sleep. An abandoned child left on theses dirty streets to rot away without anyone there to even bury me, someone who will be nameless in this life.
'ha, I wonder what I did in my past life to be living in this hell whole. I must say I proberly did something really bad, huh?'
As tears ran down his face he screamed,
'WHY ME?!'
he shouted and shouted, crying and crying until he almost lost his voice.
A man proberly in his early 30 was walking to the boy, his footsteps were so loud that the boy tryed to hold himself tie as he could so he wouldn't be noticed.
'Hey kid! I could hear you shouting half-way down the streets, why don't you tone it down!'
he said in a deep, shrewd voice.
the boy replied
'why should I, what the worst that could happen?'
The man was glaring at the child.
He send shivers down my throat , it was like he could see everything, my dark past, and all the despair that had happened on the way.
The man gave a evil witch type laugh and said,
'boy I like you, how about this i'll give you a better life. A place with a roof on top your head, maybe even a place you could call home.'
he pulled his hand out.
'come'
he pulled out a smile.
Now that I think about it if hadn't taken his hand, would my future have been different?