Hana Chang Donovan
A Man, A Change Hana Donovan Max kicked the dry crumbled dirt. He grumbled, he groaned. His red orange curly hair stuck out in all places. His shirt was black and wrinkled as well as his beige shorts that were starting to stink. He was dragging down the path that went from school to his home. Well for Max he called home the “thrown away shack”. The path cut straight through a park that was called “Green Away Park”. Obviously the place was covered in green. Green trees, green grass, and even green water fountains. Max stopped dragging. He pulled some bubble gum wrap that was still sticky from the gum, and his crumpled up homework out of his pocket. He ripped up his homework angrily and threw it all over the freshly cut grass. He took the still-‐sticky bubble gum wrap and stuck it on the public water fountain on the place where you drink from. He knew that the gardener hated this, but he did it anyway. Completing things that were bad, or being horrible to people made Max feel great, big, strong, and almost like he was king. His stories of evil would go on the local newspaper and throughout his school. Kids at his school -‐ and his classmates especially, would back away as Max grinned with evil eyes, and took big proud steps down the halls. Max nodded at his evil work. This time the gardener will act NUTS! He thought slyly, after he see’s this he might even go crying to the mayor! Max started walking satisfied this time, until something unusual caught his eye. It was a heavyhearted man. It seemed like he was homeless, and was slouching in they shade of an old oak tree. He looked thin and boney, and his face was covered in wrinkles. His clothes were filthy and almost as smelly as Max’s, but more. He wore a green base ball cap that looked like it already lost it’s color, and had scrawny socks with hundreds of holes. His pale gray eyes were eyeing Max suspiciously as he walked away from the mess he made. Max immediately got irritated at the staring from the man and stuck his tongue out viscously then ran away, afraid that maybe the homeless man might do something to him. When Max ran a block or so, he looked back. The man was now a tiny dot still staring in Max’s direction. In Max’s annoyance he stuck his tongue out again at the man, and easily walked the rest of the way home. When Max got to his “throw away shack”, he dropped his bag at they entrance and immediately started watching television. Although it was hard to concentrate on they entertainment from the happening from the park. Thoughts and questions were swimming in his mind, Why was he staring at me so long? Why was he so interested in me? What a hobo.