Creative Writing On Homelessness

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It is hot, I am sticky with sweat. The smell of manure makes me sick to my stomach. I can hear squeals of laughter, I think its Heidi, maybe Jessica. I can hear Josh and Brandon closing in on them the loud crunch each time they take a step. I stop jumping. The groans from the trampoline springs quiets it down, I can now hear the birds and leaves rustle in the gentle breeze. I hop down and feel the dried grass beneath my feet. When was the last time it rained? I follow the laughter, I want to play too. Where has everyone gone? I yank open the barn door and am greeted by the cool damp air mixed with the scent of feed. I poke around the stalls standing up on the tips of my toes glancing through the bars searching for a familiar face. They are not in here. I continue, searching the property feeling the ground crunch beneath my feet. I am close to the woods now even blind folded I would be able to tell. The ground much softer and cooler beneath me, almost wet. I can smell the soil. Just ahead I can see the garage, but I notice I can no longer hear them. “Heidi” I scream. My mouth is dry. No response. I try again “Jess” wow I’m thirsty. …show more content…

I make my way up the stairs, through the porch and into the kitchen. I am met with the nice cold air condition. I can hear them again, they are upstairs. I hope they are not in the attic, that room scares me. Cobwebs all over and the smell of stale air and incense. I walk up the stairs slowly one by one careful not to trip. I hate these stairs, the are dangerous. No railing to hold and almost straight up to the sky. They are not safe like the ones at home. I miss home, I miss my mom and dad I think to myself. Summer time is the best and the worst time for me, I am free yet so

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