The Survivor
Kirby's PoV
Leaving home for independence should feel liberating, but not in my case. My departure shattered my parents' hearts. I left with a rebellious spirit, unable to swallow my pride.
How could I feel proud?
This is the chosen path that I have taken. What I can do now is to prove myself and stand by the dream I hold onto. I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed Miss Tabby's number. After a few more rings, she finally picked up the phone:
Hi, Miss Tabby, this is Kirby Scott. You probably won't recognize me anymore with a lot of people you meet every day. But we met at EZQ's lobby. I was the man with a black hoodie, chilling on the couch, and you approached me. . . You probably won't remember but--
Ah, yeah. Kirby Scott. I've been waiting for you to call. I'm gl
