The next day was just like all of the others before. I haven't seen my family in over three years, not that they cared about me anyway. I had never had a good family life. My whole childhood was filled with sorrow and nights with my drunken dad shattering glass due to his temper. He yelled and threw things at anyone in his way, there was no way I was going to let the life he chose ruin me or kill me altogether, so I left.

I found myself on the streets, which was surprisingly better that the shack full of beer i lived in before. I had gotten a job and the future had seemed bright until I got robbed at said job. After the robber got away with the money he was never seen again. The place i worked for went bankrupt and is history. There was no reason to stay where I was so I left and set out here. I applied at two or three jobs which I will return to at the later end of the week.