in her eyes


very little did i know what was in store for me. over the past three months, i’ve been moving around from place to place. lying as i go. not knowing where i’d end up the next morning. no one knew of my secret because the lies were so convincing. i was depressed down to the core. I needed help. but where was i supposed to find a single meal to eat, a place to call home. or even just a tiny bit of hope. i kept walking, keeping my head high. not paying any attention to where i was going or what i was going to do next.
faster and faster, my feet shuffled on the ground. how was i supposed to know what i was looking for in life. i’m only 16. homeless, with a secret that if any body knew i’d be without life. the friends i spent the night with over at their houses were older. alot older. some were married with kids. others you’d question about what went on there. i didn’t stay in those houses long. if i did i was afraid of what might happen to me or others.
i had to get across town. that seemed like the best place right now. but how and where was i going to get a ride. it seemed impossible. but only for a minute.
it was mid summer. dazed and confused by the hot beating sun. the sweat dripping down my neck, back, and forehead. i also had to get out of this heat. there was a man kind of tall, (at least taller than me.) that was headed to his car as i approached him. he was wearing a blue t-shirt with some design on the front. and jeans i thought he would die in. because the heat was too frantic. the first thought i had just seemed to blurt out.
“hi, i’m sorry to inturrupt you, but i was wondering if you could help me out.” i started turning my feet, nervously, like dorothy in the wizard of oz. as if i was saying “there’s no place like home”.
“well, i was kind of heading somewhere, what do you need.” for the first time in these three hours of walking around i found an ounce of hope.
” i need a ride across town. but if you can’t its OK” i could tell he must have saw some type of sorrow in my eyes. hesitantly, he said OK. then told me, i will survive.
he asked me if i worked and then again i lied. “yes, i uh work cleaning houses.” first thing that popped up into my head.

the man was really sweet and took me where i wanted togo without asking to many questions. he said his name was george and that he had a daughter about my age. i didn’t think that much of it cause i just wanted to get where i was going. he dropped me off and told me to take care. duh. what is that supposed to mean? he drove away and i dropped into another clueless friends house for a bite to eat and a place to sleep. didn’t last long because the cops came the next morning and busted them for coke. i had left for cigs just 5 minutes before the cops got there so i didn’t get caught that time.

when i got back, noone was home and i again had nowhere to go. i didnt find out about the raid til later that day and i thought they had just locked me out.