My face was more purple than white today. Father was drinking again, and when I said I couldn't go buy more beers for him because of homework, he lashed out. Once again he threw me to the ground and kicked me multiple times. I was used to it really but I still groaned in pain when he did it. I've finally had enough of this. He became a heavy drinker after Mama .. Died in a holdup.. She sacrificed herself, and it saved many lives.. But Papa couldn't realize that and just gave up. He didn't love me, he never did, I was a mistake after all. Mama told me that I wasn't but I overheard Papa arguing with her one night. That's when Mama left to the place that got held up and it all went downhill of course. After a few days I started to hide my emotions, barley talking in school anymore, wanting to be left alone in a corner. My school counselor tried talking to me but I didn't want help. I didn't need it. But it's time this is all gone. I made my decision earlier when I was on the ground getting kicked in the head. I didn't have much to pack but I grabbed extra clothes, a toothbrush, some Hair-ties and some blades from my secret drawer, they easily fit in my small Toms bag. Lastly I grabbed my emergency money. It was just 80$ but I figured it wouldn't matter. Papa was passed out on the couch and I moved towards the door as quickly -but quietly- as I could. The door slowly creaked when I opened it. Then I heard father speak. "What aare yemdoing? Come closer!" I winced as I shifted my Green orbs to the couch. "I-I'm going out for a walk..With Moe!" I managed to stutter. I was petrified. "No, I liv you just as mch.." Okay. I knew he was definitely sleep talking, so I slip out, slowly shutting the door. Moe was out in the front lawn and saw me. I knew he was just as tortured as I. So I decided to bring him with me on my journey. He's a baby dragon Mama got me, just learning how to breath fire. But he is very timid. The baby dragon had black scales, the tips of his spikes white. The violet eyes always shinning. I loved Moe. He's the only thing I had left to love. I'm glad I picked to leave this late at night, most people are asleep around 2 AM. The only people out: Cops. I'll avoid those somehow, I won't be caught by them and sent back to my hell house. Id rather die.

I knew these ally's like the back of my hand, so I was rather confident when i walked through them. I could outrun anyone and outsmart anyone. I was the best runner at my school. Or should I say Old school, and was at the top of the class just like Mama. But she never said which school. Whatever. I realized I managed to stop walking for a second but managed to will my feet forward, keeping a steady pace once again. I knew if I were to get anywhere by morning I would need to hurry.

After about two encounters of possums and one encounter with a rabid dog (he soon became Moe's snack when he worked up the courage). I was finally in a city. Or atleast I thought it was...Maybe it was a town, it reminded me of Aladdin. I insisted we continue moving but Moe was too tired. I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to focus if anyone was around us -did I mention I could do that, I don't know why but I never told anyone- there wasn't so I sat down against an Ally wall my eyes slightly open. The sun was slowly starting to laugh. Of course California wouldn't have a nice cool day. I let Moe rest for a while until I sensed people coming. I eventually had to carry Moe because he wouldn't get up.

Moe and I walked aimlessly around the town/city. I was tempted to buy some snacks, but I knew only the necessities. I eventually bought two bottles of water, leaving me with 78$. Pretty ridiculous if you ask me. Then.. I reach this building, almost like a giant hotel, named, "Lost Little's Home." It was sketchy but I knew about this place. It was for homeless children, otherwise known as orphans. I knew I couldn't stay on the streets for long before the police catch me, or a gang kills me or makes me a Slave. So I walk into this place, grabbing the back of my neck with my free hand, Moe was now walking with the leash with my left, and my toms bag was attached around my shoulder.

I look around and see pictures, happy children with pretty Mamas and Papas. I knew they were lucky. I would never have that again. Then I finally reach the desk. There was an old lady there that was typing rapidly on her computer, eyes not moving off the screen. I managed to get her attention after a few minutes of standing there by faintly speaking, "H-hello... I uh. Need a home.." She looks over to me and her eyes filled with Pity. I hated pity. I'm just glad I covered my face with makeup before I left. But I was surely covered in dirt now. Moe hid behind me when the old lady spoke, "awe. Please fill out this registration Hun."

When she hands me it I go sit down at the waiting area I assume. 'First question. Name,' I grab the pen, and put Moe's leash around my wrist, hiding the scars. "Maka Albarn."