A night on the streets
This is my first night on the streets. It’s really cold , I’m properly going to get a soar throath even do I have warm clothes on. So I have to find somewhere to sleep. I start walking. There is a lot of junk on the street , people are standing i groups. Properly selling drugs.
My hair waves in the wind.
I really like my hair it’s long and curly. My mom always had to cut it at home because the hairdressers always made my hair to short, so we made it to a fun thing. You could say that we had a spa. It’s wasen’t really what people would call a spa , but our economy was bad. So we took what we had at home. She came up with ideas and new things we could use instead of expensive stuff. I miss that… when mom died everything changed. She was the light in my life and when the light disappered I got lost. In front of me now was a wooden door. I bend it up. It got up very easly because the door was old. I was in a basement. It did’nt smell really good. In here I’m safe not out there , because I can defend myslef if it a robber comes. I lie down on the dark red couch that stands against the wall and tries to sleep. I was really tired so I had no problem to fall a sleep.
I ’m waking up and my back is hurting so much, but I’m glad I got any sleep at all. I have to eat something. I pack my stuff or just putting the few money that I have in my pocket. Outside I hear vocies. They say we have to go in here before the police comes. My heart is beating really fast. What I’m I going to do cause I can’t get out. The couch! I quickly throw myslef under it. I scratch my hand and it starts to bleed. But right now I dont care. I’m just afraid that I’m going to die. But maybe I should let me be killed. I don’t have anyone who cares about me on earth. Then I fell like I will dispoint mom , cause she said I’ll watch over you Anastasia my little angel. I want her to see me do good stuff. I’m doing this for her. I’m going to fight for a good life so she can be proud of me. I’m totally quiet and waits for them to go. Because I don’t know if they have a pistol or knife. One person is sitting down on the couch I can tell that he’s not the smalest person in the world. I can feel his whole body beacuse he’s so heavy.
It gets a little bit harder to breath. The basement is smelling alcohol , I think they might be drug dealers. A man with a groggy voice says we have to get out when the sun rises. First I don’t understand what he meant but it’s still in the middle of the night.
In my mouth it tastes like metal. I’ve biten my cheeks so hard that’s it has started to bleed.
I can’t lay here anymore. I have to do something. So I crawls out from the couch. The 3 men that stand there look suprised at me. One of them is holding a gun. I run the fastest I ever had in my whole life. They try to run after me but they can’t get to me.
I feel freedom. Like I can do anything. I’m happy and I don’t have a reason why I’m happy. How can I fell so good considering all the things thats happend. I don’t even mind to call the police because in these neighborhood it happens alot of bad things all the time. So they have better things to do.
I don’t know how long I will sleep on the street and that dosnen’t matter. Cause I’m going to have a happy life I just know that , I will meet my prince charming and have a lots of kids. A big house. Just like in fairytales… a happy ending. But in this case it’s the begining.
Michelle Lindell Ojala 8B 20 September 2012
En annan text jag hittade på mammas dator. Jag skrev den förra året alltså i början av åttan. Min engelska har utvecklats så mycket. Men jag tycker ändå att min historia är ganska bra. Även den här texten var en uppgift man skulle göra i skolan.