I've never saw the newses but my friends sis writes on here and i've read that. The newses on here are based on the newses i read from her stories.
Happily Homeless
Hey, I'm Doll. I never knew my real name. My aunt told me that my parents always called my their doll and the name stuck. She also took it up too. When i was 5 my parents died. Their business went in the deep end and their boss blamed them and then killed them. We had lived in NYC,in the city, in a cheap apartment in the rich part. I then was moved to my aunt's house in Brooklyn in the poorer section. The year i was 6 a diease was going around. She caught it but i was taken out before i got it. I was ignored for the longest time after she died. So i went to the streets. I was there for a year, sometimes begging and other times staying on the steps of bakeries. That was the time that a bakers dozen actually meant something. They made the 13th one for luck incase a homeless child came along, then they would give them that one. They don't give it out no more, they sell it with the other 12. When i was 7 the ophange officials finally found me and took me to the orphange. I stayed there for 3 years until i was 10. During the 3 years i tried to come with a way to escape. Finally when i was 10 i did run. I ran into Boss, the leader of the newses. All of my life i later described to him. Now back to the beginning:
I do remember when i was 5. I was at school the day my parents was shot. I remember