Living on the “streets”

Early February, 2017 I was faced with one of the hardest decision made by my mother ever. Never did I ever think I would be put out of my mother’s house, but indeed my constant disrespect of her home and her as a person deserved every bit of homelessness I got. My feelings were very broken inside because I felt unwanted by my own mother. I mean it was bad enough my father isn’t always there for me, but my mom was someone I thought would never let me go.

Day 1 being in the streets consisted of me coming to realize this was serious, I slept at a friend’s house. Waking up was the absolute worst because I hoped I’d wake up on my bed and that all the horrible things happening around me was all a dream that I was sleeping through pretty well. This most definitely wasn’t the case, so I ended up having to find a way to earn some type of cash. Then at school that day my teacher gave me an offer of a lifetime which consisted of me writing a speech and addressing to a group of people in a competition.

This competition had me fully interested, especially with there being a hundred dollar cash prize for the winner, and a twentyfive dollar cash prize for the losers. Basically it was a win-win situation for me, but the main thing on my mind was winning the competition and that blue face with Ben Franklin on it. I put Continuous practice and effort into my speech because in order to win this much practice was to win. According to my teacher John “practice makes progress”.

Competition day came and I had more butterflies than a brand new garden. This had me feeling nervous but I was also very determined to win. It was my turn and I went up and gave it all I had, trying my best to remember everything John and I went over during our practices. I felt as if I did pretty well, but I did not end up winning. That wasn’t actually so bad because it was a really great experience for me. I didn’t leave empty handed, winning 45 dollars