Trevor’s Point of View (POV)
“It’s cold……”
I heard Kelly’s cries in the middle of a cold night.
Kelly is a friend. We’re of the same age but she seems a little bit more childish. Or maybe I’m wrong. We are both children. We’re just five-years-old. Maybe the right way to say it is that I’m a little more mature than her.
“Here…”
I didn’t even think twice as I took off my shabby shirt and gave it to her. But maybe I’m really just a child because I instantly froze in the cold winds. We were in an abandoned old building. There are windows with just plastic covering them. There are holes in them. Big holes. No wonder we’re all shivering.
I have counted the other day. There are thirty-four children sleeping in this small room, including me and Kelly. It’s a fairly small ro
