Shmuels Point of View
I trundled along the empty, lonely, bitter ground, dragging my exhausted skinny bare feet along, heading towards THEIR fence. Heading towards the place where I just like to sit to be alone. To get away from all the fear, and the hunger of wanting to be free. But something, I’m not sure what, was already there. Invading my space of comfort. My heart started to pound, as my fears crept in. What is that thing? Sitting on THEIR side of the fence? Sitting in my place? I inched closer and my worries faded as I thought of the positives. Maybe that blob would be a new friend. Maybe I wont be so alone anymore. That blob turned into a figure of a boy, sitting cross-legged and staring at the dusty ground. I sat down in the same position as him. He looked up, and his eyes grew wide, and his mouth made a shape of an O. We just started at each other. Awkwardness started to fill the atmosphere. I needed to break the ice, so I tried my best and coughed up a sincere “hello” and said my name was Shmuel. His face loosened, and he gave a pleasant crooked smile, and said his name was Bruno.
