One day. ONE day, I couldn't find any food. Since my clothes got left at the hospital, and MY wallet was in those clothes, I had no money. I tried dumpster diving, I tried making up a sob story for the food-vendors, and (as humiliating as it may be) begging, for money. I got some money, let's see; two dollars. I go from a high-flying rich boy, to a homeless bum with no money. O.K. Just relax, Gabe, I always planned to live on my own, now its time to prove it. Getting a job is out of the picture, I thought as I got a hashbrown at Mc Donalds. Mr. Collins will warn the police that a 'dangerous teen' is on the loose, if he hasn't already. As much as I hate to admit it I have to steal. I'll only take what I need, nothing more. Yeah, that'll be like my main motto. On the other hand, If I do anything They'll have all the reason they'll need to take me down, Hard. My stomach growl decided for me. I was still starving.
I had to hoof it to somewhere that would be an easy trip, if you were traveling by car. It was morning, I didn't sleep at all, not that I could find anywhere to sleep. Have you ever been homeless? Do yourself a favor and pay those bills any way you can. Finally a truck driver pulled over on the highway. "Got somewur t' go?" He said. For a minute I thought I was talking to Larry the Cable Guy. He had a checkered long-sleeved collared shirt, a green baseball cap, and some cowboy boots to go with his tight jeans. Do country people always dress like this? I thought that was part of those country jokes. I got in the truck and he said, "Where too?" I truly had no Idea. "Where's the closest town?" I asked. He shrugged and said, "I don't know, Bristow, I think. I'm headin that way to deliver these here mattresses." That's not where I live. "Take me there...Please" I added on the end. A few minutes into the trip, he asked, "Ain't you a lil young to be on yur own?" I paused, I was a little young, only sixteen and now and (probably) forever a wanderer. "Yes." I said, and left it at that, hoping he wouldn't persist on that subject. He didn't. After a long while he said, "We should be arriving t' the town in 'bout fifteen minutes. Y'want me t' drop ya off at the edge of town, or what?" "That would be great, thanks." We got to what I guess was the edge of Bristow, Virginia. "O.K. Here we are." he said. I got out of the truck, and realized a new problem. I turned around to the trucker, "I sorry dude, I don't have any money. I don't know how to pay you." He shrugged and said, "Don't even worry about it, bud. You were nice enough to not take off as soon as I opind the dur." He laughed a big hardy laugh then said, "There is one thing ya can do." I said, "Yes?" "Jus' be careful out here. Ya never know what's around the next corner." I nodded and understood his concern. "Thanks, and thank you for the ride." He tipped his hat and said, "Notta Problem." He closed his door and drove off. Maybe there are certain people I can trust. I was on a tall hill that gave me a nice scene of the town. A nice little neighborhood to the west of it, a little city with supermarkets and buildings no higher than six to seven feet. It looks like they slice out the Harlem District, of Manhattan and placed it in the middle of a pasture. It took me about an hour to walk down the hill without tripping and landing on my face. How do you people do it? Walking. I mean I walk all the time but this is just ridiculous. I wish I had my wings back, or at least something that'll balance me out. I feel like the Hunchback of Notre' Dame with this wing.
I finally got to the city, my stomach sounding like a Freight Train. I passed a group of punks when my stomach started reminding me that I hadn't eaten anything since 9:22. The were laughing and cursing me out, like sailors. I know people tend to curse a lot but that's just not necessary. I decided that if I was going to steal from somewhere, it can't be here. Police would be swarming the area in a matter of seconds. Plus, most of the business owners might have a shotgun pointed to my head in 2.3 seconds. I also decided to thank the Lord that mind-readers don't exist.....well, as far as I know. I made my way to the friendly looking neighborhood. From down here it looked like this was a different town entirely. The people are so friendly, at least seven different people waved or said, "S'up?" I saw a house, in between two roads that lead to different culdesacs, that had no cars in its driveway. I looked up and down the roads, not a soul in sight. Oh, come on Gabe like your going to break into a house, in the middle of the day. I didn't Have a watch anymore so I had to guess. It's like what, 2:00 maybe 3:00? I can wait behind a bush or something right? My stomach decided I couldn't and punched the inner wall of my abdomen. O.K. a quick in and out. Just get a bag, fill it with food and bolt. I crossed the street and approached the house and knocked pushed in the door bell. If there was someone here anyway, I could make up an excuse of some kind. I waited a little while, no answer. I knocked again and rang the doorbell, still no answer. O.K. Time to go to work.
I would like to say that I pulled some sortta combination of ninja moves to get in the house, but truth be told; the door was unlocked. I entered with caution. I carefully closed the door behind me. My heart was trying to beat its way outta my chest. With the exception of the squeaky floor I was totally silent. The way the house was designed, was that it was bigger than what it looked like. It was set on a hill going down. The inside had the stairs in the middle of the house. To my left was a parlor room with a desk, and a semi-round couch. To my right was a miniature hallway that led to the dining room, it had a secondary door across from the stairs that must've led to the garage. The walls here were colored a goldish/brownish color. If you go past the stairs you walk into the living room. It had two green couches, a black leather chair, and about four tables in different areas of the room. and in between the dining room and living room was the kitchen. It had a sink on the far end of the kitchen entrances, in a corner. This was a nice house, its not too fancy, not trashy at all. I had half a mind to turn around and just leave. But I should stop underestimating the power of influence my stomach has. I had to find something I could carry. I looked through the garage door. They apparently had a container with holes in it, it was filled with nothing but plastic bags. I grabbed a couple. After I closed the door and walked into the kitchen I realized something. Why would they need to need to get to bags like that so easily, unless....... As I realized this I saw the new problem. A big German Shepard, with a chain as a collar, appeared at the door way between the kitchen, and the living room. A Chihauhua trotted up behind it. Both were growling and showing teeth.
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