Chapter 25

  “Wake up Cory! We can’t be here after the sun comes up,” I hear Dumbledore’s voice above me.

  “Why?” I ask still trying to pull the blanket over my heat and protect the warmth that has built up against my body.

  “Because the rich assholes walk their dogs earlier in the mornin’, or they come for a jog. They easily call the police,” he answers as he starts packing his trolley as quickly as he can. “I already overslept. Remember one thing Cory; nobody has time for the unwashed of this nation. We mean nothing to them. They don’t see us as humans. To them we are all just drug addicted assholes who will rob, rape, and murder them.”

  He is giving me so much information that it feels like my head will burst. What he is saying doesn’t seem to sit right, but then again, I know what he is talking about. I can recall every single time where my mom dragged me to the other side of the road, clutching her handbag tightly, trying to avoid the homeless sitting on the sidewalk.