Waving goodbye, I walked down the street and walked away. I had no other relatives to stay with due to them being deceased. I didn't have any friends, I had no choice but to go to the homeless shelter. I walked on until I saw the raggedy looking building. The people stared at me as I walked up and joined the long line.
"Well hey there Princess," an old man said looking at me. I smiled at him so as not to be rude, and he smiled back. I felt bad for him because his teeth were in horrible condition; this man was not well kept. As a matter of fact, they all were in bad straights. Here I am dressed in a nice purple turtle neck and khaki pants and these people didn't have nice clothes at all.
"Step this way, young lady," a man said leading me to a filthy crowded room. Inside it, there were bunk beds everywhere. People were asleep, if they were able to sleep, and the people looked at me miserably. "You can have this bed," a woman said pointing to a top bunk. Laying on the bed, I almost gagged: The blankets smelled like urine. "Is there something wrong?" the woman asked.
Meanwhile
Doom searched his mansion frantically. "Victoria, come out sweetheart. Uncle Doom is sorry!" going up the stairs doom stared at all his family photos. Chrissie, Victorias mother and Dooms beloved sister, had the hugest part of the wall. Without Victoria, the mansion felt empty. "Chrissie, I messed up. I messed up big time." he said to the painting.