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Homeless

Chapter 1

Homeless chapter 1 One hundred sleepless nights Next time you complain because you don't want to go to bed, think of me. I'm dressed in ripped jeans that haven't been washed in two months, an old t-shirt with holes in it, and an old navy sweat shirt. My shelter is a small box by the garbage located between a Starbucks and a grocery store. I live on the streets in Nebraska, barely staying alive. It's impossible to sleep in the snow with the noise of a busy street. I huddle in the back of the box for warmth. There's only an inch of snow but an icy breeze. I have just enough money for a McDonalds coffee, but I'm saving it for when its colder, when there's more snow. "Yea, Annie I got the coffees. Just go ahead and get out of the hot tub, I'll be there in a minute." A guy about the age of 18 says before hanging up the phone. He's tall, 6'2 probably, dressed in jeans and a nice leather jacket. His brown hair is combed nicely and he has one of the newer iPhones. He readjusts the two coffees in his hands to put his phone away, and I can see his expensive watch. Rich people are always rude to people like me. He stops and looks at me. "Great, wait till he spits insults at me" I think to myself, looking away. He bends down and I look at him again, petrified. He's gonna hurt me. I don't want him to hurt me. He slowly stretches out his hand with a coffee in it. I just sit there staring at it, probably looking like an idiot. I can smell the coffee and almost feel the warmth. I haven't had a Starbucks coffee since I was 15. "Here" he says, extending his arm even further. I pause for a second before taking it. "Thank you" I whisper. He smiles and nods, and stands up, walking away. I hesitate then take a sip of the coffee. I haven't had anything so good in a year. I try to savor it but I'm so cold I end up drinking it to fast. I'm still absolutely freezing but the warmth of the coffee makes it so bearable. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. I walk away from the boy, going in to Starbucks agin to get myself a coffee since I gave the boy my coffee. Even with ratted clothes, tangled hair, and bags under his eyes you could still tell he is pretty attractive. I order myself a coffee and a muffin, drinking Anna's, my sister, coffee. I grab my coffee and head out the door and see the boy is asleep. The coffee cup is empty but still in his hands. I put the muffin next to him and walk to my silver Volvo. I unlock the car and put the coffees down, then send a quick text to Anna apologizing that I'm late. I start the car the turn on nirvana, jamming to my favorite song, smells like teen spirit. I arrive home and park in one of our three garages. I sigh. Money actually doesn't buy happiness. Now, if you live like that boy, then $500 could be life changing. But once you get to the amount of money my family has, you crave items, popularity, and fame more than you do love. I walk in and hand my sister her coffee. I walk down the corridor then up the stairs to my room. I walk in and set my empty coffee cup on the desk. I stare out the window and can't help but wonder about the poor boy. I try to shrug it off and log onto my computer, but the thought of him wouldn't go away. The fear in his eyes when I got close, the light of hope that sparked when I gave him the coffee, the adorable way he slept with his mouth slightly parted and his hand on the bridge of his nose. "Your going insane" I tell myself. I groan and shut off my Mac, turning of the lights to go to Next time you complain about going to bed,

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Why are there 2 of these stories and why are they exactly the same? Apart from the fact that the other story has more chapters :/

Josh's chin
8/13/14

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