Hopes On the Streets

Prologue

I feel my leg numb. it feels like tiny needles are stabbing it everywhere. I wince in pain. I try to move my leg but I can't. Pain strikes me; I can't help to scream. only 1 thought came to my mind, I'm a Crip. Charlie the crip. I feel the tears running down my cheeks. I let it overtake me. I start sobbing and I can't stop. Charlie the Crip, Charlie the crip. with all my thought rushing it hit me, I live on the streets, I am an orphan, I'm starving, and now I can't walk anywhere- I'm probably not going to make it; I am probably going to die at 14, Alone no friends no Family...Alone. That or I'll Be sent to the refuge