The weather is cold. Me and 30 other homeless people are gathered around a campfire.
Fifteen minutes later everyone was fast asleep in the cold night wind. Me, on the other hand, am wide awake, thinking about how to make a little money to help my family and me out. I never thought I would ever be in this situation, but after the war of 3097 almost everyone was homeless or in poverty. The only people that are rich are the people in office that refuse to help us.
As the night went on, it got colder and colder. The only thing I was thinking about was how my father would have helped us out in any way possible to prevent this, but sadly he is not on this earth with us. One day I will be with him again.
It is now 3:00 A.M. and it is 30 degrees below zero. I gave all the warmth to my family.
It is now 3:15 and I can’t feel anything.
3:25. “It is almost over.” I say to my family. I said, “Be strong, don’t give up.”