Tom wasn't a good kid but he wasn't the worst in the class. He did have a very short temper. And when someone got him mad he would go as far as breaking their nose. One day he went further.
             Everybody new not to mess with Tom especially on a Monday but on day a new kid arrived. The typical introduction had taken place and the boys name was James Smythe Class was over and everyone hurried out of class, but James was more egger than anyone. So egger that he ran and knocked Tom to the ground, but before Tom could get hold of him the teacher, Mr McDonald got in the way.
             Tom saw James at break he said that he would let that one go but if it happened again he would be none to pleased. James laughed at walked off. Mr McDonald was onto Tom so he watched him carefully. James threw a ball at Tom's head. He already saw it coming and turned and caught it, but once again Mr McDonald intercepted. This time it did not matter Tom pushed him out the way and snapped! We screamed aggressively, pulled out a pen and trusted it into James neck. James's neck was oozing with blood and fell to the floor and died. Tom Ran home grabbed clothes, three hundred pound and his mobile put it all in to his bag and ran away from home.
             Tom had cracked he left all his family and warm home for the cold bitter streets. He wondered the streets for hours always checking his back. He finally found a home less shelter, where he ad dinner and an old rag to sleep on. He knew in a few days he would have to pick up and move again.
             Many days passed and all he did was an early paper round. The rest of the day he came up with excuses why he was not at school. Two days after his arrival a police officer came in to the shelter. Tom got ready his knife and as the officer came he lunged at the man and jammed it in to his face. He quickly grabbed his stuff and ran. He asked himself " is this what my life will always be like".
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