Sunday, 15 January 2017.

I was beaten up yesterday, I was really hungry and I tried to nick a piece of bread out of the store. Yes, I was given groceries but it was stolen, I only managed to save a piece of cake and an apple juice which I had for dinner yesterday.

But it was an unsuccessful attempt, they caught me; I just wanted food. If only they could employ me— I was willing to work, I don't care how old I am. . . Yes I'm 16 but that doesn't mean I can't work, I was ready to do anything just to earn money.

Why had my life turn upside down? I hate everything now.

Today was Sunday, I remember when I used to go to church, the beautiful praise and worship songs that were sung by the choir, the joyful preaching. But I couldn't go back there, no.

I was now poor, what if they throw me out? No. I couldn't go back there, I was a dirty smelly boy.

-A.