The Story of a Hungry Boy....

"The blistering heat recorded at 42 degrees...Hottest it has been in months....Reports of people melting on the streets of Perth"



In my house, sheltered from the burning sunlight, i watched many walk pass my house. All of whom glistening with sweat. Glad i'm not out there. It seemed painful for those outside to stand, let alone walk, with the rays of sunlight were attacking every unprotected being, reducing them to a unrecognisable liquid form. I pity all those who still have school.



And then it hit me. A sharp, piercing sensation, tearing into me. I had a sudden urge to eat...



There was nothing at home that could satisfy my desire to eat. I had to venture to the Esplanade, the only place offering First Class food. And i enjoy nothing more than to spend my time eating.



Chucking some clothes on, popping on my precious Bertie Beetle hat, i left my safe refuge and headed towards the big city.



Aargh! My eyes! My first step into the world was...filled with pain. As painful as it were, i continued on, knowing i would soon have my one and only meal, in my very hands.



The light attacked me from all sides. Depite how prepared i came (shirt, 3/4 pants, hat), i was forced to endure much pain. I made many friends on my journey, for they were willing to offer me some shelter against the intense attack of sunlight. The most memorable friend was a tree i named KaTreeNa...



My journey was stalled as i found more and more travellers, trying to make their way home. But i could not be late, because eating has always been on a tight schedule. If my hunger is not satisfied, i don't know what i would do. So i had to make sure i was early, and wait patiently for my beloved.



Before reaching my final destination, the Esplanade, i took a short detour to a nearby Boost store to buy myself a Banana Buzz. A cold refreshing drink to revitalise my health, and nothing better than to combine this life-saving drink and eating together. To come up with such a plan. Genius!



I arrived at the Esplanade, with two straws in hand. Why two straws? Eating and drinking on the same straw might be awkward for some, so perhaps eating and drinking should have one straw, and another straw when an opportunity for eating is no longer availible.



4:02 No sign of eating, but i should not doubt. It's Monday, i should be able to eat soon...



4:10 Anytime now....



4:15 Hmm...It's OK, there's still 15 mins



4:20 Is that - no, i'm mistaken.....



4: 30 .........*grumble*.........No word, not even a message back with an explanation.



I was starving, and there is nothing that could satisfy my hunger, so i left the Esplanade, and found a patch of grass outside. *Stumble* I had saved my drink to enjoy for eating, but there i laid. Hot, alone and hungry as ever. I felt so...insignificant. A message to tell me "i would not be able to eat" would have been nice. A phone call would have made a me happier than buying half-priced waffles on Tuesday.



But there was nothing. I guess no one felt the need to share the love. The rays of light hit the boy's body, but he didn't care. He was hit, wave by wave of heat, by he didnt move to the shelter of his friends, the trees. No, they didnt move to more than an inch to help. The leaves on the tree swayed, almsot cheering the boy's tormentors, but he did not moved. His spirit was too crushed for him to move a muscle. His desire to eat at the Esplanade was his Kryptonite, sealed his fate.

He laid there, on the grass, by his lonesome self, with nothing to satisfy his hunger...



This boy died on Monday, 12th of November, 2007. If someone was willing to share some love, and allowed him to hold precious memories of eating at the Esplanade, this young boy could have bought half-priced waffles today. He did, however, leave a note, one he wrote in his half-conscious state:

"Hungry. I like Eating forgive by hugs"