November 1st, 2000

Let me tell you a story of a time when I was young eight year old living in the bad part of los angeles in a crappy one room apartment with me in a bed and my mom on the couch with a connecting bathroom. I was just a kid with a single japanese mom who worked double hours and could barely afford to send me to school. My dad was a convicted felon who died in a prison riot and left a knife which my mom keeps locked in a cabinet. I wear the same brown shorts with blue hoodie with a white wife beater underneath with blue sneakers.

One night my mom and I were just enjoying each other's company when a couple of my dad's old friends busted in demanding money. My mom told me to go to the bathroom and stay there. I heard screaming from my mom and then silence filled my ears with heavy footsteps. I opened the door to find my mom stabbed in her lower area with a pool of blood. I went up to her a weeped as she told me in her dieing breath to be a good boy always and survive. A next door neighbor found me staring at my dead mother and called 911. The police came and I told them everything.

I was then taken to a foster home where I hated it because of the crappy people there. I snuck out a window and ran for my life.

November 2nd, 2001

I lived on the street for the rest of 2000 until 2001 around my birthday until i met her. With her luscious black hair and her great bod. I followed her because of I was intrigued. When I knew she was finished I turned around until.

"Hey You!" She Called.

She called me I was surprised.

"What" I answered.

"I notice that you don't have clean clothes. Do you want new ones?"

"S-S-Sure" I answered.

I followed her and stared intently at her backside. Hey, don't blame me for being corrupted by my dad. So I followed her and glanced at her butt(It was nice) until I reached her house.

"Okay here is my humble abode! My parents aren't gonna be home for two weeks, so you can stay here. By the way, where are your parents?" She asked

"Prison, Dead" I answered blankly

"Wait, What" She said exasperated

"Yeah, I live on the streets" I said blankly

She started tearing up and immediately hugged me.

"I'm so sorry" She said sadly

I was shocked how nice she was and then I realized right then and there that maybe I found a home.