young homeless Maori boy,
I was kicked out of home at 15, lives on the streets for 5 years. This is the story about my 16, 17 n 18 year.
It was summer and if go find a quiet spot in the bush to bunker down for the night. The heat was stifling. I sat up and from my left I heard a noise. I stood up, followed the noise till I reached the reserve parks fencing. The sound was unmistakeable, and after 5 steps further, she froze. The squelching sound of a good wank were slapping echoing they the forest. The squelching began to quicken and become more desperate stopped and heavy quick footsteps frantic running.
