Creative Writing: The Homeless

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It’s fall season, and the city was crowded as usual. Jada sighed as she walked down the familiar streets of Philadelphia. Her hands were in the pockets of her ragged and soiled pants. It didn’t help much that she was wearing an oversized white-collar shirt. The stains were very prevalent and made her look even dirtier. But she didn’t care much. After months of living on the streets she learned to not care what people thought of her. Whether it was street trash, homeless, or a waste. These were some of the names she often heard from passerby’s. She closed her mind off to these words. After all, words didn’t hurt at all, being homeless was worse. Jada smiled slightly as she reached her destination, an alley on the south side of town. She …show more content…

The Coldest Winter Ever was the title. She opened the book and began to read. Her eyes began to drift over the words that were printed on the frayed pages. She started to get lost in the world that was placed between the bindings of this …show more content…

As she opened her eyes she realized the alley had flooded in some parts. She was shivering and her dog beds were soaked. She sighed and grabbed her books that had became soggy over the night. She put them on top of the dumpster so they would dry. Her stomach began to groan, and she realized she hadn’t ate much in a couple days. She sighed and wrung out her shirt the best she could. She left the alley to do the one thing she knew how to do best. Pickpocketing. After walking down a few blocks, she spotted her first victim. He was tall and slender, blonde hair and he was talking on a cell phone. Perfect, she thought. He looked like he was in a rush. He was already distracted by his phone, so Jada figured this would be a piece of cake. She smirked as she started towards him. In passing she ‘accidentally’ bumped his shoulder hard. At the same time, she slipped her hand into his coat pocket to check for a wallet or change. “I’m Sorry sir.” she said quickly. She smiled as her fingers curled around a leather wallet and she slipped it out and into her own pocket. The entire exchange lasted less than 5 seconds. “Watch where you’re going the next time!” The man hissed angrily, proceeding to complain into his cell as she walked off grinning with his

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