This was the second week living on my own.
For a few days I crept back silently to that little park bench, sometimes sleeping, sometimes staying wide awake, watching the stars. Occasionally I would bring a girl-or two-to the park for a romantic evening. Then s*x, but you know, it was romantic at the start. Then they would scurry away before the sun rose so their parents didn't worry about where they had been all night.
Then as I grew tired of the smell of grass and the sounds of trees constantly moving, I moved towards a homeless shelter. I didn't like it, but Jason had all the money, not me. I wasn't old enough yet. No one asked questions because they were all too eager to help a homeless teenager. I got decent food every day, and in exchange for a home I helped around the place. It was
