Personal Narrative-America's Last Six Months

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Temperatures’ gradually dropping to sixty degree’s sends a reality check through our veins. How much longer are we going to survive these broken benches, Frost bitten lips, and the city’s scraps. How much longer are we going to take these sorry eyes that look down upon us, but truly only see us as more vermin to capture and destroy? To the lucrative men and women that walk by us every morning, we are no body. Just a couple of teens that have fallen under a spell of angst. But to each other, we were everything. We are the parents we wished for; we are the presents we always deserved, but more then Any thing we are the friends that kept each other sane throughout the months. We are a tripod that takes life as it is…show more content…
The three of us knew that it was not the case. So we broke out of that place the government likes to call a home, and landed in the gutter. Scrambling from bridge to bridge; and alley to alley. So many times throughout the past six months we have contemplated returning back to our personal prison. Each time we would think about returning we would figure out another reason not to. We had become the courage we prayed for as children, the story we would tell our unborn baby’s, and the reason every thriving American cringes in the morning. We had learned to survive on our own, or at least we liked to believe we did. Our journey looking for ourselves, and finding a way to better survive, lasted close to 365 days. 365 days, of growing up that should have taken years. 365 days of finding a way, of shedding tears, and of mouthfuls of laughter to hide growling stomachs. As the temperature began to slide below sixty degrees, we moved in closer to find warmth in each other. Like we had done every night before. As we lay there in each others arms awaiting the warmth from the rising sun, we knew that it was time to go home. We had succeeded in trying to find our way, and ourselves. There was nothing else we could learn from dark alley ways, and stranger’s smiles. Our eyes had shut for the last time. Only to re-open in a place we truly deserved to

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