The summer had turned into the dark shades of fall. It was early September  by the looks of The ravaged school supplies, Some Halloween decorations scattered here and there and the Christmas section of Groceries stores slowly lurking into view. Junks was ready for another day of school. He hadn't been fond of it, But his conscious told him of he'd drop out he'd be living in this shithole for the rest of his days. His hole was an old apartment.  Most people would live there as a political statement. "Squatters" and shit like that. No, Junks was just a homeless bastard. No lights worked in the building. He relied on candles for light. He put some deodorant he lifted from a store a few days ago and tried to look semi decent.  By semi decent his goal was "Movie homeless extra". It was 6 Am by his watch he had "Found" on a drunk guy's wrist. He lived a few miles from his school and was preparing for his long walk. 
He put on his rugged backpack and stepped it his door and sighed.
[color=f7976a]"First day of school always sucks."[/color] Especially if you looked like shit and smelled like Old Spice.
He never knew that day would be the beginning of the craziest years of his life. 
Day One
9/30/17