By: Skylar A
Alabama, Grade: 7

July 1, 1932
I still remember the first time i saw Bobby McLean. He was a tall, lanky boy with heart. I couldn't tell that from the way he looked of course. He was hungry and desperate. I could see him only for a second the first time. He looked like a stray dog and i pitied him. Our food stock was already little, but i could spare a bit of my own meal. I set it out on the front porch after dinner and i waited. Oh how i waited for him to come and eat it. Of course i wasn't sure if he'd come but i was hopping. Just as i began to blow out the tiny candle i hid, so i could at least see my own hand, he appeared. He ate that food like a mad dog chewing on a bone. He finished it fast and then ran off and he was gone faster than he had come.