Here is a story I'm righting. It is not done yet. Please do not add to it. Suggestions are fine, but don't right some more to the story. Please leave comments about it. Be honest. I want to know what you really think. Even if you don't like it.
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' 3" taller than everyone else. I weigh about 130 pounds too. Im not that fat though, but people call me that a lot. Sometimes I wish everyone would dissappear. 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. I 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.
Here's the next part. I'm not really trying to get this published. So I'm not going to fix the money thing.
We headed down back to the alleyway. This was our main spot. We decided to go back to the other side. Then head to the right. So we were walking, and we found barber shop. We walked some more, found a grocery store and a surf shop. Maybe that would work. So we took a visit inside. The checkout place was right by us. So we asked to turn in our forms. The an working there was named Steve. He said this place couldn't accept them. "You can go to the sports shop," said Steve. "Where is the sports shop?" asked Vince. "Starting at the alleyway, where do we go?" I said. "Uh, which one kid?" asked Steve. "The one three blocks from the airport." "Oh. The sports shop is just about 2 blocks from the alleyway. Going in the same direction as the airport." "Cool thanks." We both said. We left the building. We walked back down, past the grocery. Past the barber shop and to the alleyway. We walked down it and turned left. That was the way to the airport. We walked and walked. We couldn't find a sports shop. And we were at the airport. That man tricked us. That made me really mad. I guessed I would have to pay someone to show us around. "Hey. You there. Can you show me where the sports shop is?" I said to a random guy. "Yeah. I'll take you there." "Thank you I said. Take my 2 cents. I insist." "Sure," the man said. He took us through an alleyway. Not the one that we're used to. Then started heading for the market by the well and the river and forest. It was right by where we slept. Wow. We should have checked there first. It was so close so we wouldn't have to walk much. I saw a huge timer on the building. "Contest Time" it said. 0012. That was how much time we had to turn it in. Oh no! 8, 7, 6. "Come on!" I yelled. I tugged Vince's arm and blasted through the doors. 3. We ran to the back of the store. 2. We looked left, and found the cashier. We ran to him. 1. I slapped down our entries, and the man smiled. We barely made it. "I'll take these entries." "We barely made it right?" said Vince. "You did, but I still would have accepted them if you were a couple seconds late." Said the cashier. "Thanks." The cashier was very nice. She was a women. She looked young, around her 15's. Her name was Missy. She had brown hair in a ponytail. She was pretty too. I wondered if I could go out with her. Well, not if I win the contest. I walked away, and waved by to her. Vince made fun of me, I guess he still thought of having cuties or something. He was only 10.
