I shivered, wrapping my checkered jacket further around me. I was leaning against a tree in the quietest part of the neighborhood of downtown Montoreal. My glasses were cracked, my hair messy and my clothes torn. My family had disowned me when they found out about my depression and self harm issues. Now I had been living on the streets for almost 3 months. I was starving, cola and most of all, lonely. Once in a while a person would walk by but no-one cared. They all knew me from high school. I was that one socially awkward nerd no one wanted to talk to. I shivered invontarily once again. i decided to try and find somewhere more sheltered. "HEY NERD, YOUR FAMILY KICKED YOU OUT YET?" I heard someone yell. Caden. "Actually, yes caden, they have. Thanks for asking." I said harshly, turning to face him. He had a look of pure shock spread across his face. "O-oh-" he began. "SAVE IT CADEN I KNOW YOU DON'T REALLY CARE!" I yelled. It had started to rain during my outburst so I ran under the shelter of the nearest bus shelter. I sat on the small bench, rummaging in my backpack and grabbed my favourite book, CapeTowns. I sat there and read. At one point I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to someone shaking me violently. I rubbed my eyes under my broken glasses, focusing on the figure. "M-mitch?" I said, not believing Mitch, my best highschool friend was back from LA. "Yeah, TyTy, It's Mitch. Now explain to me why your in a bus shelter in the middle of the night?" He said. "Myfamilydisownedme." I blurted out. "Your family DISOWNED YOU?" He asked shocked. I nodded slowly. "So I have no house." I explained. "Why?" He asked. I internally sighed and pulled up my hoodie sleeve, revealing hundreds of scars. "Oh TyTy, why didn't you tell me? You could have come to LA with me!" He exclaimed. "I-I was scared you'd reject me." I said, honestly. "I would never reject you Tyler Christie." He said sincerley. "Now tell me how long." He demanded. "Three months." I managed to wisper, my lack of food eating at my stomach. Mitch must have heard it growl because he glanced down and said "Jesus christ, Tyler. You must be staving." I vigourusly nodded. "Very." I clarified. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me along behind him, me managing to grasp my backpack on the way. Mitch is back. Stuff's gonna get better. might not be homeless anymore. A new beginning.
