Death.

I've been kicked out, AGAIN. I sit on the curb thrusting my knife into my wrist. What did I do to deserve this? My parents gave me to an orphanage when I was 2. I've been adopted serveral times, but always been thrown out. I figured out long ago no one wants me. I get picked on EVERYWHERE. I thought home was supposed to be a way to run away from you're fears. Well, not for me. I get beaten and made fun of even there. I have no where to go now. I sigh and get up. I mutter to myself," I'm gonna need a place to stay.." As I'm walking to the ally it starts pouring. I think, Can this get ANY worse?" Just then lighting hits. I spot and big box and my spirits lighten. I run over and peer inside. It's full of rats and garbage. I gag from the smell and walks over to a discarded piece of plastic. I get all I can find and make a small shelter. Cramped, but safe. I close my eyes and fall into an uneasy sleep.

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