Cassandra's POV
I stood to the side at the karaoke bar, waiting for the next person to get done singing so I could get my CD back. I was as usual rocking an all black outfit, skinny jeans a black tunic with red plaid trim, my eyes rimmed in black eyeliner. As you can easily tell I'm a goth girl look like any other goth you'd see hanging out on the street. But I'm different, I'm homeless. My parents gave me up when I was three months old, just putting me in a trash can on the side of the road and walking off. I had the flu at three months and a week and was in the orphanage at four months after staying in the hospital.
Needless to say I grew up without love. But anyway, now sixteen years old, I was able to leave that place and was now on the streets. Oh boy it was always my dream to be a hobo. Oh, did I mention I'm always saracastic?
