Personal Narrative: The Homeless

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Rain splashes against my head as I trudged along the sidewalk, water seeping through my shoes soaking my socks. I turned the corner into the dark alleyway I call home, as I walk I hear faint laughter passing me going in my opposite direction, but when a I turn to find the noise I see nothing but a book bag disappear around the corner that I had just come from. I brushed the noise off as irrelevant and continued until I reached an old dumpster and empty cardboard boxes. I pushed the dumpster aside and crawled on my hands and knees into the hole of the brick wall behind it, it was a shallow hole but it was my shallow hole, I laid the change I had collected from strangers out in front of me and counted each coin carefully, three dollars and eighty-two cent. …show more content…
"Then why were you in an ally?" Colby asked, I had hoped he wouldn't. Being poor was embarrassment enough, but homeless too? I had never been able to admit it vocally.
"I kind of don't have anywhere else to go." I admitted.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam persisted.
"I'm homeless Sam." I spat.
"Oh, I didn't know, I'm sorry." He replied to my hatred.
"It's okay I guess, I'm sorry for yelling," the dryer buzzed signifying that my clothes were dry,"I'll change you call the cops." I said as I walked toward the buzzing noise.
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After I was dressed I talked to the cops, they questioned me, asking if I got a good view of my attackers. I gave the sketch artist a description while the cops talked to Sam and Colby. It wasn't until three hours later that the cops left. I peered out of the living room balcony window, the sky was dark and barely lit by dim stars. I heard the door close as the last cop left, I let out a short sigh and walked to the door.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked me
"I'm leaving." I replied.
"No you're not." Colby chimed