Descriptive Writing Homeless

"It's raining again...Great" I mumbled, pulling my hoodie tighter around me. I set out walking as far from the orphanage for the day as my feet would carry me. Another day of dealing with the pains in my stomach and the pain in my head, from lack of sleep maybe...but the loud crying coming from the other children was also to blame. I knew they were crying for the same reason I would be leaving in a few days, the hunger and beatings had gotten far worse at the orphanage, when the funding had started to go dry 9 years ago. I had learned when I was young, the best thing to do was to leave in the morning when the cry's would start and only come home when I knew my own would not add to them.
To make sure of this I had to start out on a long walk

I turned my gaze to the company I had failed to notice forming around me. I held in my sigh, it was getting darker out now. After the sky would lose its shine is when the few brave C-Sec that still patrolled, would pack up in their cars and head off. That was the time when the whores and drug deals made their faces known again. Looking around before this the few people on the sidewalks, were the homeless they never left, pimps who never left either, a few C-Sec hiding around, and the few in-between normal people living in Stilwater. If you looked around now, the sidewalks had a clear divide. The hoes spent the nights walking around the same corners, up and down, but not walking too far out of sight of their corner pimp. The little tags that still lived on the walls told you who's part of town it was:Los Carnales, Westside Rollerz, or Vice Kings. I already knew this part of town belonged to the Vice Kings, but if the tags didn't tell you then the gang members with the yellow bandanas and gear would. If you were to walk closer am sure you would be able to make out their tattoos, I know at least one of them would have Kings on it, or maybe just a crown. I had starting to see those on a few of their