Plz review. I'd really like suggestions to the reason they go on a quest, becuase I know that's what i want to do. I promise I'm not trying to copy anyone's story.

disclaimer: I am not rick riordain because I am a girl. Last time i checked, rr wasn't.

I do own my OC's though. ( is that how I say it?)


Jessica's POV

Me annd Kayla were at home. Okay, maybe not an actual house, but I can't tell the difference. 'Home' really is an alley next to a giant CVS. But to me, it is home sweet home. I love it. We are homeless, and spend our time moving. To be honest, I actually enjoy it. Both of us like it because we can't stand to stay put. Plus, Kayla's like a mom to me. I mean, she saved my life when she found me. I have no memories from then, but I've heard the story so much times it feels like it. Sitting there on top of an old blanket, i relive the story in my mind.

Kayla was only a ten year old, defenseless kid but she had managed to steal some food. She had just run away from her house, because Kayla hated her foster parents. As she ate the stolen food, she felt guilty. Kayla knew she might of gone to juvie, but stealing had always came natrually to her, and it was a matter of life and death. Back then, there weren't as much homey places for her, so it took her a little more than half an hour to scope one out. There was a old crate in the corner, and on top of it was a bundle. A crying, moving bundle. When Kayla stepped closer, she saw there was a baby in it. Me. So as a ten year old, and ever since, Kayla took care of me.

So that's my story. No one even knows how I got there, on that crate. I just was. Now that Kayla has a job, we should of been able to get a house and get of the streets. But I have a sneaking suspision that she actually prefers this life, like it was meant to be. I don't really care anyway. "Bed time, Jess." Kayla orders. She's reading the book I got her as a birthday present, using all of the money I'd secretly saved up. I muttered an okay and layed down. Instead of sleeping, I stayed up to watch Kayla. She's the prettiest person I've ever seen, or atleast to me. Kayla has long dirty blonde hair that curls up at the ends. Her face looks like it has a permanent smirk plastered over it which makes every adult we pass immediately label her as a trouble maker. I'm just about to fall asleep when a cheerleader walks up to our little alley, followed by an old lady.


How was it? good? bad? plz review!:) :D