my name is Christopher Herrings, I’m 11 years old and attend the richest private school in the neighbourhood. My parents have high expectations for me since I’m their only child, they want me to take over the family company. If I come home with grades anything less than perfect my dad will kick me and send me outside, for an hour or two. Whenever I’m outside I hang out in an ally way by a run down gas station, and today after I brought home a B in math I was on my way to the ally way and when I got their someone else had stolen my spot. A young boy, looked to be around the same age as me, he was sleeping but his eyes were so puffy and red, looked like he had been crying.