I woke up covered in newspaper and about 10 cuts on my legs. Newspaper isn't a nice blanket but that's all i have. Sitting up I look around at my crowded but comfy little space. All walls are this wonderful brown and i have my dad here...my dad.
Who am I kidding. My name is Tuko, i live in a shack for goodness sack. It's not comfy or cozy it's cold and horrible. And my dad isn't here. He died a month ago of a heart attack. Leaving me nothing but $1,000 dollars I moved out of my lovely home selling it for about $10,00 not enough to buy a new home. Not knowing what to do or where to go I i took some carboard and bought some tape and made that my home. I work 5 jobs every weekend. Even worse.... i'm just 15 years old. Of course I still have to go to school.
School! Looking at my watch i see it say 6:45 a.m. I scramble out of the newspaper witch causes me to get another paper cut. I crawl through the tiny door and grab my clothes from on top of my little cardboard house. I go behind the trash can and change. I grab my backpack and run out onto the streets. I stop by my first job which is cleaning hotel rooms and grab my pay check. It read $8. At least i have enough this time to eat at the breakfest buffet called. Kuki. I grab a plate and piled some sugar rice on it and grabbing a few donuts. I rushed to eat scared i'd be late for school. I finished within 5 minutes.
I rushed out the door and stopped for a moment so the sun rays can soak into my clothes. They where still a little wet from washing them in the pond. I quickly ran to school and was dissapointed that i was really early. Sitting on the rock i waited for the bell.