SOST Creative writing: Migration

Dirty, noisy, overcrowded London. The population is growing wildly, I need to get out of here.

I grew up in an area of poverty just outside of London. We lived in a one-room house with very plain furniture. The environment is appalling, it’s so disgusting it makes me gag. Conditions were really bad and not ideal. The streets were full of people’s business. For example urine, poo, and bath water were just dumped on the streets. People would just throw it out their windows. Orphans roamed the streets because they had nowhere and no one to look after them. They had little chances of improving their situation. If you were poor you lived a very difficult life, you struggled to survive. While my parents were unemployed, it was a struggle to try to find a meal. Most meals we ate consist of bread and potatoes; the meat was an uncommon luxury. Some days we went without food and water. At a very young age, I was forced to work, to help provide for my family. I worked in factories where you got little to no pay. I worked from dusk to dawn. Gases and toxins filled the air, it had a major effect on people's health. I wish I went to school instead of working. The school was not compulsory. I had little to no education, due to work. My education was something that I valued and not being able to attend school saddened me. But I learnt to deal with it.

Shaking as shivers rush down my spine. Arms crossed over another as I try to keep warm is this brisk weather. “AHH” I scream. My vision was suddenly covered by a piece of paper. I pulled it off my face, just as I was about to rip it I noticed that it was a poster. It caught my attention, “A chance of a new life,” it says “ Job opportunity” it says, “ A life in New Zealand for yourself and your family.” Surely it’s too good to be true..............

I had to post what I had written so far. I'm not yet finished.