So we had to live in a shed in Brian's backyard. At least it was somewhere. I haven't had a home since the eighth grade. I tried to find a bed somwhere after my ma kicked me out for like the hundreth time. I went to Child Protective services, but they didn't want me, I tried to turn myself into the police, just so that I could have a place to stay for the night, but they didn't want me either. The story of my one wants me. That's what made the shed bearable. At least I had someone that wanted me to be there.

(go home)