Chapter 1: BPOV
Being homeless... being a homeless person on the streets you would assume this two innocent children would be mine. Well you know what they say about assuming makes an ass out of you and me. They're my siblings my parents decided to kick me out because I wouldn't take their bullshit anymore. I could stand them hitting me but when they started hitting my brother then I though its time to get out of that house. I told them they would either get help or I would go to the authorities. Well their decision was neither they dragged me out kicking and screaming.
I snuck back in later that day and took my brothers and some food and here I am working in some sports bar serving annoying people. I don't have enough for an apartment so I and my brothers stay in an abandon warehouse. I'm just glad the owner lets me feed my brother here with the leftover food or I would be in serious trouble. The warehouse we stay in is pretty nice considering we have mattress and that's about it. But since we're always at the bar it doesn't matter all that much
My brother my world they are 3 and 4. Dylan the three years old has bright blue eyes and the chubbiest cheeks you could ever pinch and blonde hair. And then Robbie has these deep brown eyes that can stare into your soul. and then brown hair with little blonde highlights. And me I'm just simply plain jane I mean I have long brown hair and brown eyes. I don't weigh anymore than 120 pounds.