Picture this in your mind, a dark, cold sewer, full of water and grime, and then picture a group of small boys sleeping there. Depressing isn't it. Now take a moment to realize that this isn't in your back yard, its not even in America, or Europe. This is in Africa, Uganda to be exact. You could care less now couldn't now. Well I'm going to make you care. My name is Anthony and I'm eleven years old. That sewer you just imagined, thats my home. It's where I live with four year old brother and three other boys.1
The oldest of us is Jeremy, he is fourteen. Then there are the two brothers, John and Mark, they can't remember how old they are. My brother's name is Shae. None of us have any family.
Author notes
Ok I started writing this after we watched the movie Invisible Children in World Geography. I decided I wanted to write a story from the point of view of a little boy living in Uganda. I just felt like I needed to do something to help these children and at the moment this is all I can do.
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Finnaly someone else other than me thought about this!
I have wrote two stories about african wars. only one is on this site and it is currently un finished. this is good you should try and finish it. In the meantime, *Picks up a 7mm sniper rifle* I think I'll finish off the Janjaweed in Sudan.
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