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Creative Writing: The Homeless

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I awoke to a homeless man shouting at the bus driver, complaining that the bus tickets were too expensive. In the mirror, I could see the driver's exhausted and annoyed face looking at the man shouting before him. As the homeless man started to slowly become tired from yelling, the bus driver explained calmly once again that he couldn't do anything about the ticket prices and if he was really concerned, to take it to the town hall. The homeless man finally backed away in defeat, but not without glaring at the bus driver who politely smiled back at him.

I took my phone out of my pocket to check for notifications and to see what time it is. It was 8:36 A.M., and I had one voicemail from Lucas. I looked around to see where we were, and it turned out that we had about five more stops to make before we reached the outskirts of the town the school was in. I was already feeling kind of guilty for leaving my family but then I remembered what he did to her. Suddenly, rage filled my entire body and I wanted to punch something. I then realized that if I get in a fight, the whole town will know who I am and the boarding school may not accept me. …show more content…

Mentally preparing a list, I came up with countless ideas of things I needed to sort out; thinking about all of them gave me a headache so I gave up on trying to be resourceful. Laying my head against the window, I stared out at the new town I would call

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