I haven't written another part yet, but here is the new copy. I added a little bit in between, like the homeless boys name (around the end) but mostly I just made changes.
I don't want to live here. I don't want to live in France, or England, or France, or anywhere in Europe. I'm a foster child. My name is Benny Walker. I have switched from different foster homes millions of times. Every time I have to where different clothes. And I have different rules. I hate it. At least I don't have to change my hair. Or height or weight. I have long black hair and it is very straight. I am 13 years old now, but the home still treats me like a baby. I am 5' 6" taller than everyone else. I weigh about 130 pounds too. Iâm not that fat though, but people call me fat a lot. Sometimes I wish everyone would disappear. And I'm really not fat. That's what bugs me the most. There basically lying. I could beat up any of them. Someday I will, someday I won't live here, someday I will be happy. But that day isn't now. It probably will never come. So I'm leaving. Making sure it does come. I hate this place, so I will run away.
I woke up at 6:00 A.M. It was dark, and silent. This was finally something good. But it couldn't last forever so I had to escape. Luckily no one was sleeping with me because my room mate got adopted yesterday. Iâm close to the door now, and I opened it. Now I saw the huge hallway. Lined with pictures everywhere. It would take a while to get down, but I decided it would be best to walk. I was walking down, when I noticed a picture. It was Joey as a baby. Then Joey growing up, then Joe my age. He stopped going by Joey then. Joe was my only friend. EVER. He was only here for 2 days with me but he had to leave. Then he died in the taxi he was in when he had to go to a new home. The taxi got hijacked, and he and the driver were killed.
Then I saw Jake, someone I hated more than everyone else. He would punch me all the time. Or kick me, and It was always my fault. But I wouldn't even do anything. I hate people who always get there way. They should think about homeless people, who don't even have an orphanage. They just live in the forest. Or the streets. My life is better than that. So I keep playing fair. Working to get a better life. Like the homeless ones. I don't cheat my life with excuses and lies.
Last I found a picture of me. With my mom. I always asked her to move. But she always would say. We're fine here. What could go wrong? But then she got sick. And sent my to a foster home. 4 days later she died. Then I new I had to get away, but I never figured out how. So now I am. I'm leaving this country. I'm almost out of the foster home. Then it will be very easy to escape. All I need is a plane ticket. Thatâs all I need to escape. Maybe Asia would work, or Australia, or South America. Just not Europe. So now I'm going down to spiral staircase, and I'm in the main area. I heard my stomach growl, but I had no time for food. I had to escape. I went down another set of stairs. Then there was the main door.
Click-Clack-Click-Clack. Uh-oh. It was Mrs. Hargreaves. That was the Owner of the Home. She was so strict. If you went to the bathroom in the middle of the night, She would slack you with a ruler 10 times. Or if you snored, for every snore you'd get slacked 1 time. I hated her. If she caught me sneaking away I would get slacked so much my butt would fall off. I had to go fast. click-clack. Uh-oh. She's on the lower staircase. I opened the door slowly at first, just to unlatch it, and then fast so that it wouldn't make a creaking sound. Then I ran, and I didn't stop for 10 minutes. "Welcome to Germany" said a sign. I ran about 4 blocks further. Then I sat down. And I fell asleep.
I was next to a well and by a market. The market had a dumpster, I would look for leftovers there. I was starving because we only had 1 meal a day at the home. Lunch. Now I got a very early breakfast. I found some bananas and some noodles. Only the banana was edible, and it tasted pretty good. I decided I would take a walk. Maybe to find a spot where I could get a plane ticket. I walked next to a bunch of houses, and some lady gave me the evil eye. I walked through a forest, and I saw a homeless kid. He looked sad. He had his head in between his knees. I decided to talk to him. I walked over to the boy and he yelled go away. I tried to talk but he didn't answer. He just mumbled a little. His voice sounded a little hoarse. He might need some water. I told him to come with me, and he did. I took him to the well, and we got some water. We also found a bunch of coins. 6 quarters, 8 dimes, 2 nickels, and 13 pennies. That was $2.53. We could get some stuff at the market. We kept $1.50 and spent the other dollar on 2 apples. We sat next to the well and I noticed something. There was a river.
"Hey, do you see that," I said.
"What?" said the boy
"The river"
"Yeah so what?"
"We could leave"
"Why would we do that?"
Shoot. I forgot to tell him I wanted to leave. I'm just talking to a homeless boy to do something I wanted to, and he has no idea why. Wow I must be very stupid. I had another bite of my apple. He hadn't eaten any. I wonder what his name is. And where did he come from. And-
"Hello?" he said, "Why would we do that?"
I thought about it. I knew why I wanted to leave, but what would the river do. Rivers don't travel to other continents. Unless that was the Nile, it wouldn't help. So what's the point of the river. A plane would be the best.
"Um," I mumbled, "never mind."
At the market people were buying a lot. They were all cheerful and happy. Talking to each other, making plans for dinner. The salesman were giving customers advice. Then one women walked away. I wonder where she was going.
"What are you looking at," said the boy.
"Where is that women going?" I said.
"I don't know"
Oh well, I guess I would never know. I looked around some more. There were lots of boat in the river. Probably fishing. Oh, never mind they were stopped. Some people were fishing though. Yeah, that person has a fishing-
He cut me off again, "Well, what are you waiting for, let's fins out where she's going."
"Um, okay," I said, "what is your name?"
"Well, I have an Indian name, so how about we think of a new nickname."
"Ok, how did your name start?"
"Vare"
"So how about we start your nickname with a 'v'. Vince, Venny, Vance?"
"I like Vince, that will be my nickname."
âWell,â Vince said, âWhatâs your name?â
âBennyâ I said, âBenny Walker.â
I guess if I was curious it would be a good thing to do. Considering I have never been here before, and I'm living on the streets now. But she might notice us. So we would have to hide. But then we couldn't see her. I need to stop arguing with myself. Just pick one. The boy said this like he had done it before, so I guess we would be fine. And he might know her, so she wouldn't get mad. And what was to lose, what could she do to two homeless kids. We only have a buck fifty, so it would definitely be fine. I'm going with him for sure.
