Streetwise

Waking up to the cool air on my face had become customary over the last 365 days.

Stretching to try and get rid of the aches in my back after a night on the pavement, I looked around at the familiar setting - the tree, the brick wall, the door the led into the back of a convenience store.

Curling up into the foetal position and pulling the blankets over my head, I tried to hide myself from the world as I remembered that today was exactly one year since I had run away from home.

My name is Patrick, I'm 16-years-old, and I live on the streets.

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