The street singer {puppy} (blitz)
Jan 1, 2017 11:45:14 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Jan 1, 2017 11:45:14 GMT -5
Carmen Stirling.
I woke up on the floor again. My grandmother's house is so small, that there's only one bed for me and my sister to sleep in. When I have nightmares, I just roll down from the bed and wake up with a sweating head and ice cold hands. There's nothing in the kitchen for us to eat and it's almost as freezing in the room as outside. I push my sister and wake her up. "Come on, sleepy head! Time to go!"
Cathy doesn't like getting up early, so it takes me about fifteen minutes to make her stand up and brush her hair. We don't have to get dressed, because we sleep in our clothes due to the freezing temperatures, so we just walk out of the door and walk to the street where we usually sing. When we arrive there, we begin singing, but in half an hour Cathleen says that she has a sore throat. Just perfect. Now I have to work alone.
As I'm singing, my cap which is lying on the ground in front of me is slowly being filled by money. There's not much, but maybe I can buy us something to eat in the evening, when there's more. I sing on and on. And the day looks endless.
