Thomas now lived with his drunk Uncle Philip. His old shack was in the middle of nowhere with no source of life for miles. Thomas now had to do farm work every morning at four o’clock in the morning. He would always wake up to the sound of either the sound of Uncle Philip falling down the stairs again or the sound of the cawing rooster outside. Every morning the first thing Uncle Philip would say to Thomas was, “Go on then and milk them dang cows or something!” It truly was miserable for Thomas in this shame of a home. Uncle Philip wasn’t one to watch over kids like Thomas, in fact he wasn’t one to watch over anybody. Rumors say that he go’s around kidnapping children and giving them to the orphanage and lying about them having any parents. Uncle Philip was just one of those people who really,¬†really,¬†doesn’t like kids. “The cows are all milked sir.” said Thomas in a glum voice, “I gotta get going to school.” “You ain’t goin’ to school today.” said Uncle Philip. “Why not?” “Cus’ I said so, now get in the house or I’ll get the belt out!” “Yes sir.” said Thomas, but he didn’t really mean it. School was the only place where he could get away from Uncle Philip. It’s where he isn’t yelled at and beaten. Riley used to be the only one who could comfort him after his parents’ death, then Uncle Philip came with the news that he would be staying with him for the time being. Thomas went in the house and went out the back door. He got his rusty blue bike out and pedaled down the side of the house. He knew Uncle Philip was as slow as a tortoise when he was drunk. He biked to the front yard where Uncle Philip was feeding the pigs. “Hey!” shouted Uncle Philip. “Get back here, you’re supposed to help me tame a capricorn!” Uncle Philip was straight drunk. He hadn’t been sober for almost five months. Thomas raced to school on his bike. Dust shot up in Thomas’s face, making him have to...

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