Ninjago - But its Morro's POV

Childhood - 2

It all sucks. Living in a 7 story mansion and suddenly waking up at a garbage dump. Guess I was too spoiled that time. I walked around, trying to find my parents, but all hope is gone. I have been abandoned.
But here's the good side. I finally have freedom (I think). I made friends with people that I actually like. Back at home, I was forced to be friends with straight A students, famous child actor kids etc. Boring. Now I figured out what "friends" really are.
Life can be pretty exciting at the dump. I built my own little shelter, and we sort of made a little "village" with other children, who experienced the same thing I experienced. We get to run around the street whenever we liked.
Sometimes you can't force someone to be your friend. Like mines. I was never meant to be a straight A student. Nor a famous child who had a prestigious talent in something. How am I supposed to be friends with someone I don't even have in common? But here, it's different. We are all abandoned by our parents, and that's what made us friends. We laugh and whine together about our past, mocking around about our abusive parents.
Anyway, we also liked to secretly steal food from garbage cans. I learnt that there are garbage cans everywhere, so we never had a problem in eating. Well, "had". Guess we kind of consumed all of the food, now we have nothing left to eat.
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Hey, and one day, everything changed. A friend of mine suggested to go to a place called the "monastery". I heard it's a place where the mighty ninja are trained. Well, who cares about that. We are there to get food, not to become a ninja. Not like I have the talent to become one. We went up the hill to get food. Our eyes widened. 3 garbage cans! Full of food! The ninjas really need to learn not to waste food- oh wait. That's beneficial to us. Hooray! My gang and I poked our head into the can, digging everything out like dogs. Suddenly, some man with greyish hair came out of the monastery. I didn't notice, but my friends did. They fled immediately, leaving me behind. I froze. I thought he was going to call me a "dirty poor brat", like how my parents would call me after I played outside. But instead, he handed me a plate of sushi. I never ate sushi before. We were to poor to get them, and my parents thought they were filthy as they were raw. I gobbled the sushi up. I turned around, that man was still staring at me. I grinned awkwardly. Make a good first impression, you know.