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Chapter One - Started From The Bottom

It was pouring down outside. Thunder striking down the skies. A woman was walking down the wet sidewalk of a empty street. She was holding a box that she was trying to not get wet. Inside the box was a baby who's cries filled the street she was walking on.

The woman soon reached the shelter she was trying to get to. She knocked at the door and left a note inside the box with the little baby boy. She left him by the doorstep timidity as she shed a tear. "Lord, please let this child be in a safer place." The woman prayed as she hurried down the concrete steps. The group home parent soon opened the door and saw the infant child inside the box. He picked him up to see a sticky note on him. His name was Trevion. He took him in and swaddled him.

"Trevion...it's okay...you're gonna be in a better place."

As the years went on, Trevion went through several adoption interviews. But for some reason, he didn't want to be adopted. He didn't want to be taken care of by random strangers in his eyes. He just wanted to go find his mom. His actual mom.

As he bounced from foster home to foster home, he matured enough to convince himself that he was better off alone.

And now, here he is. 20 years old and he's sitting by a clothing store, asking for change with a empty McDonald's cup.

"Yo, spare some change for the youth? I got like a-umm.. grandma back at the house who needs heart medicine." Trevion said as he shook his empty cup in a passerby's face.

"I-I-I don't have any change, I'm sorry."

"But you could be doing me a really big favor, sir!" Trevion urged him as he tried to walk with him. "$10 wouldn't hurt. Sir please!"

The man would cave in, rolling his eyes as he reached into his wallet to give Trevion $5. "Look kid, I'm late for a meeting. Just take this. Don't spend it all at once." He walked away as quickly as possible, clearly in a rush.

Trevion took the $5 and rolled his eyes. "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" He sighed, finding a curb to sit at as he had only $5 and three pennies. "Looks like I'll have to survive with this."

Trevion roamed into the nearest dollar store and tried to pick out everything he could afford. He soon came up to the front counter with a bunch of snacks in his hands. Potato chips, a honey bun and a fruit punch soda.

He exchanged looks with the cashier, hoping that he had enough.

"That'll be $7.40."

Trevion pulled out his $5 and the few pennies he had. "How's this?"

The cashier gave an about face, knowing that he didn't have enough. "Really?"

"What? That's enough, right?" Trevion shrugged softly.

"No. It's not." The cashier said in a deadpan manner. "Do you have two extra dollars?"

Trevion dug in his pockets, only to give the cashier lint. He was not having this. "Dude, just get out of the way. You're holding up the line."

"Wha-what line?!" Trevion sputtered. "The only motherfuckers in here are literally you and me!"

"Sir, either you pay for the stuff or I'm gonna have to get the police involved."

Trevion squinted at the cashier, eyeing the items he picked out. "So that's what we gonna do, huh?" The cashier crossed their arms as tension was starting to ease in.

In one fell swoop, Trevion grabbed his snacks as quickly as possible and bolted towards the door.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" The cashier yelled. "Stop! You gotta pay for that!"