Dust Bowls. One of the thing that ruined my life. Now 12 years old. It isn't any better. My name is Noah Bet. Yes, my last name is spelled as Bet. I lose my parents at the age of 9. I remember how and when they died. Now I have no shelter, food or clothing. I have nothing. Well, a brother that left me. Don't ask me about him. So what am I doing right now? I am just laying down like a poor child that needs help but won't get any. I haven't ate for days. Yesterday, there was a huge dust storm. I have a sore throat. I am covering in dust. No one protected me. The house that I am sleeping next to almost broke down.
"Hey, you boy. Where are your parents? Wait you don't have any." Gabe said. Gabe. The jerk that thinks he is all that just because he has parents. I been sleeping next to his house and his parents don't care about me sleeping there anyways. I am ready to leave.
I got up and said, "At least my parents cared about me." He scoffed.
"At least I have more than you. I have a home, clothes, and food. You just have nothing," he said.
"That doesn't matter. I heard your parents losing money. You are probably be like me soon. So let's wait a couple of months and see if you will turn like me. Wait. I won't see you." I said and left. I have been meaning to leave anyways. I hope my something good would happen to me for the first time.
Now I am walking. I don't have a suitcase or anything. I don't even have any memories of my family. I am just kidding. I have a lock around my neck that has my family's picture in it. Well, I never told you about my family, did I? No? So first I will start with my dad. He was a famous actor. He was one of the best in my opinion. I don't have much information about him so I am going to move on with my mom. She was the best person I ever met. She was a housewife. She was beautiful and kind. She was smart and I miss her. She had a beautiful smile and I will never forget about it. She might not be famous but she stole my dad's heart. She was that nerd in high school and my dad was the famous jock in school. A typical love story about a nerd and a jock. Well. Actually it wasn't like that. My dad never heard or talked to my mom. He only saw her in classes. He never talked to her at all. Until a teacher signed them together in a project. He was dating a different girl that time. That girl found out and nearly killed my mom since she was so jealous. My dad found out and saved her. That's when they fell in love for the first time. That's what my parents said to me before they passed away. Now my brother. I don't know much about him, but he was in middle school when the accident happened. He was only in 8th grade. I was in a coma for a couple of months due to the shock. When I woke up, I asked the doctors and nurse if they seen my brother.
They said, "No, I never seen him. What is his name?"
I respond with, "His name is Nick Bet." They shook their heads. That's when I realize that he was gone. I don't even know if he is alive or dead. I don't care anymore. He left me first and never came back after 3 years. Then there is me. A boy that has black hair and forest green eyes. It almost looks like black.
"Help! Help!" I heard a girl's scream. The screams were from a dark alley. I ran to the alley. I saw a girl on the floor and a guy hurting her or seems like. I got a wooden stick and hit the guy on the back of the head. He fell back and I saw the girl. Her face was very terrified. She had pale skin, brown hair, and blue eyes. Her face had dirt on it. Her hair was all over the face. Her dress was tore and dirty. She was shivering. I walked to her.
"Are you okay?" I said. She nodded.
"Thank you." she said. She got up, but fell down on me. Her legs were too weak. She lifted her head.
"Sorry," she said. She tried to walk but almost fell again.
"I don't think you should walk right now. I will guide you." I said.
