my home, life, ugh, I hate everything
"Fuc-I scrambled into my "house" and I peeked out and saw that it was raining, again. I pushed my messy blue hair out of my face and ran to the closest tree. I have been doing this for the past, maybe... um, week. Or was it a year, da- no not a day, that's three-hundred sixty-five months... Well whatever.
I looked out again and saw that the sun was shining, and the rain was gone. I came out from under the tree and sat on my "house", or my box. I lived in this box for a long time. I don't know how many years, or days I lived in it but it doesn't matter. It's not a huge box, it has a lot of room but I always feel stuck in it. I don't have a good life, but not a bad life, so in the middle. I'm lucky I know a few things and that I make money at my job so I can get food or water, and sometimes if i'm lucky, both. Ugh, I hate my life, box or home, I hate everything.
I got off my house and walked over to the store and looked at things.
"um, Sorry to bother you, um, may I buy the one that is two dollars."
"oh, you want the skittles?'" Ms. Graty said
"Yeah."
"Okay, just hand my two dollars."
"oh, I only have five..."
"Okay I will give you money back." Ms. Graty turned around an open the cash register while I looked at the vending machine and I saw someone left a drink inside it so I quickly grabbed it
"Hey, where did you go?"
"Oh, I'm over here, give me a minute!" I put the drink behind the vending machine and ran up to get my stuff.
Ms. Graty looked me and said "your a strange girl."
I smiled grabbed my stuff and got my drink. While I was walking out I looked back and yelled "I know."
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