Intended for audiences between 13 and 18. The purpose of this piece is to observe someone and form a story or make conclusions based on what is seen on the outside from a third person point of view.
It was a typical Saturday afternoon where me and my friends were walking down Young street, heading towards the Eaton's center. We were really hungry so we were just trying to get there faster because we were really looking forward to that hunger quenching smell of the food court. It was as we were just passing by the intersection of Young and Collage when our eyes caught a glimpse of something moving on the ground on the sidewalk. It was only seconds later that we realized it was a man no older than thirty five, all wrapped up in blankets and clothes.
His name was Jamie and he had been living on the streets of Toronto for over four months. He was just lying there taking a nap while trying to block out all the noises around him. It wasn’t always like this for him. He did once have a family; one wife and two children. That was until he started drinking. In fact that was his only hobby during the past two years. He would go out to bars during the day and come home drunk late at night. He would wake his family by yelling and complaining loudly until one day his wife just couldn’t take it anymore. She got a divorce and full rights to their kids. Now he had nothing, couldn’t even afford to have a smile on his face. He was just lying there, waiting, hoping for things to change.
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