Chapter 1
Service projects. I wrote in my small dirty notebook. "What would be a good project?" I said to Uncle Frak. "Well their's food drive, charity, helping the elder.Helping the homeless." Uncle Frak smiled. I knew that was a fake smile. Ever since we moved here Uncle Frack has been feeling depressed. I tried my best to smile, but I couldn't - knowing the fact someday WE will be homeless. You probably guessed. We're running low on money and food. Instead of school I had to work at Pami's Pizza Shop. That place was a total nightmare. The teenagers always chip or break glass cups, I always slip on the greasy floor, and sometimes the kids back at my old high school - who are now at a college - comes to get pizza. They tease me a lot, throwing food and pizza sauce at me. Of course I'm the one who cleans up. I'm the one who does all the work. And I still get a lousy payment. "Uncle Frak?" I question. He cocked his head. Will we be okay?" Uncle Frak looked surprised. "I don't know." He answered, looking at the ground. I know that look. Still I nodded and went back to the notebook.
