Freewriting

So, I have a free writing assignment due soon, so I decided to use it as a cool blogging opportunity. The assignment is to write for 30 minutes straight, and not to mind about editing. So here goes nothing!

Living In Poverty
    An educational, fiction story written by Charlotte Milliken, and edited by no one! :)

The streets were clouded with dust and edged with filthy street urchins. They wore ragged clothes, and were as skinny as rails. Their ribs poked out of their tattered clothes, and they reeked with the stench of poverty.

They looked hungrily at the food carts that would pass by them, wishing that they could have just a crumb. Among these sickly children was a young boy named Alexandro (pronounced Al-e-han-dro).
He didn't have a last name because he didn't know who his parents were. He could barely remember them. His parents both died of an AIDS related illness.

He had fended for himself ever since he was three, his life amounted to nothing. No one even knew he existed, but he used that to his advantage. He watched the carts pass by with eyes like a hawk. He wasn't planning on going hungry for another day.

He watched as one of them stopped to catch costumers. Alexandro crept up behind the cart and grabbed two loaves of bread. He darted into a bush and watched as the cart owner looked back at his cart in bewilderment. 

He looked around but saw no one. Alexandro smiled, he was a master at thievery, thats how he survived. 

He walked along the roads with the loaves hidden under his clothes. One glimpse at them and every poor kid in the neighborhood would be on him like a lion.

Alexandro made it to his home in the dump and sat down for a meal. He split the loaves in halves, he saved three halves for later, but took one to eat now.

He hid the rest of the bread and walked down to a little puddle where rain water had collected. It was a murky green, but it was all he had. He picked out a few pieces of garbage and stooped down to drink.

His bones ached with lack of strength, and his stomach was arguing with him on why he didn't steal more. 

Alexandro was starved of anything good in his life. All he knew was pain, and sadness. He left the dump and walked along the road, passing all the other kids who were starved like him. Some of them were even worse than him.

They were dying of some illness, thankfully he hadn't caught anything life threatening.

He walked along thinking, when he looked up again Alexandro had realized he had traveled farther than he had meant to. He headed back to his dump of a home in despair, would things ever change for Alexhandro?

Yes things can change. This is the story of a kid stricken with poverty. You can change that story by sponsoring a child. 

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