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A birthday homeless
#WritcoStoryPrompt42
She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival after all and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else. When she stepped into the street a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her.
A tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate. Today was her birthday, she looked down at her now mud-splashed jeans she had only just gotten from a charity organization, that allowed you to have a meal and some clothes for absolutely nothing as they liked to help the homeless. She wanted to walk back but she knew by the time she would get there it would be shut.
It was tough enough to be a homeless person, without things like this happening. She shook her head and wiped her eyes, feeling low today, when all she had wanted was to look nice it was rare she felt like that these days, but today being her birthday she had received a message from someone she hadn't expected to hear from but still had the key to her heart.
At thirty years old and had never dreamt this was where she would end up in her life but at the age of twenty-two the streets had become her home life, mixing with people from all walks of life. It wasn't all bad, she had some really good friends she probably would have never befriended had she not been in this situation, but they had always helped her where they could and made life bearable.
Walking along the city center she looked through the windows at the pretty outfits that were hanging up, she longed for a chance to be able to afford to buy some, but knew the likeness of that was very slim, trying to get somewhere to sleep was always a high priority to her, especially in the winter months.
It didn't worry her being on the streets anymore like it had long...
She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival after all and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else. When she stepped into the street a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her.
A tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate. Today was her birthday, she looked down at her now mud-splashed jeans she had only just gotten from a charity organization, that allowed you to have a meal and some clothes for absolutely nothing as they liked to help the homeless. She wanted to walk back but she knew by the time she would get there it would be shut.
It was tough enough to be a homeless person, without things like this happening. She shook her head and wiped her eyes, feeling low today, when all she had wanted was to look nice it was rare she felt like that these days, but today being her birthday she had received a message from someone she hadn't expected to hear from but still had the key to her heart.
At thirty years old and had never dreamt this was where she would end up in her life but at the age of twenty-two the streets had become her home life, mixing with people from all walks of life. It wasn't all bad, she had some really good friends she probably would have never befriended had she not been in this situation, but they had always helped her where they could and made life bearable.
Walking along the city center she looked through the windows at the pretty outfits that were hanging up, she longed for a chance to be able to afford to buy some, but knew the likeness of that was very slim, trying to get somewhere to sleep was always a high priority to her, especially in the winter months.
It didn't worry her being on the streets anymore like it had long...
