from homeless to slaves
I hated this; I knew what my sister was doing in the other room and I hated her for it. She always came up with a reason for doing the things she did, but I hated the feeling I got standing outside as lookout when she was inside. Being sixteen and living on the streets for most of your life sucked. Going days in between meals and never having a warm dry bed to sleep in was the worst. Breaking into house so you could get some food and what ever cloths you can grab in five minutes wasn’t fun, but at least I had my sister. Amber was nineteen and should be in college studying to be a doctor or lawyer, not be homeless with her littler brother. Our parents died four years ago …