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Brick Wall: by Nicole CastellaniLoading...
I was jolted awake. The smell of sewer water and week-old food entered my senses. I squint, staring at the bright light that is shown before me. Trying to get a grasp on what is happening, I look around to see the familiar brick wall that I have grown to love over the past year. I sit up from my lay-down position, wiping my eyes to try to appear less tired. There before me is a police officer, holding a stick, that I am sure he poked me with to wake me. He is shining a flashlight right in my face, trying to get a good look at me.
After about a minute or so, he reached out his hand in order to help me up. I looked at his hand with anger, I didn’t need his pity. I firmly planted my hands to the ground, hoisting myself from my sitting position, till I met him face to face. He looked over at me with sad eyes. This only made me deepen my hatred. Throughout my life, I have gathered a few things. One of them is to never trust adults. Why? Because they will always look down on you. I just simply won’t accept that. I am not the little kid that I was years ago. Now I’m on my own, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Getting the feeling that the reason he woke me is to make me move, I waved him off and started to gather my things. I grabbed all of my belongings and started to limp down the not so busy streets of New York. There were few Taxis on the road, telling me that it was the middle of the night. Sighing, I made my way across the street, to a bench that I will call my bed for tonight.
After about a minute or so, he reached out his hand in order to help me up. I looked at his hand with anger, I didn’t need his pity. I firmly planted my hands to the ground, hoisting myself from my sitting position, till I met him face to face. He looked over at me with sad eyes. This only made me deepen my hatred. Throughout my life, I have gathered a few things. One of them is to never trust adults. Why? Because they will always look down on you. I just simply won’t accept that. I am not the little kid that I was years ago. Now I’m on my own, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Getting the feeling that the reason he woke me is to make me move, I waved him off and started to gather my things. I grabbed all of my belongings and started to limp down the not so busy streets of New York. There were few Taxis on the road, telling me that it was the middle of the night. Sighing, I made my way across the street, to a bench that I will call my bed for tonight.