I woke up gasping for air. Sweating all over, I patted myself down to make sure that everything was still there and sighed in relief. Thank God. I thought to myself swinging down from the tree I had fallen asleep in last night. "Now let's get on to the important part of the day, breakfast" I say with a somewhat happy smile. Alright I get it, I've got some explaining to do because all you wackos reading this probably have some questions right? Alright then let's get this horse and pony show on the road. Alright we'll start off with the simple parts. Name? Nixie. Age? 14 biotches and still growin'. Family? Don't have one. Don't need one. We're leaving it at that. Friends? Never stuck around a place long enough to make any true friends. Place to live? Ha! I wish. The most I have is the clothes I have on my back and a small back pack that I cram what I can into. One more change of clothes, extra food in case I need it, other random things. I keep my pocket knife on me at all times, and I use whatever I can find to do day-to-day things. I've been living on my own since I was 10 and I honestly think I've been doing a bang up job. What happened to my family? It's a long story that I don't feel like explaining. Long story short, my family was killed. There you have it folks, my life in a nutshell. You'll hear more here and there as this story continues. Now where was I? Oh yeah, breakfast.
I looked around to see what I could find and smile when I see a hot dog cart with fresh hot dogs already on display. I inhaled the sent deeply. "Ah the sweet sweet smell of the morning hot dog cart." I smile and hide behind a tree close enough to the cart and put on my amazing acting skills. "Help! Help!" I yell running up to the cart with tears rolling down my cheeks. "Please sir! My little dog is stuck in the sewer drain over there! Please come help me!" I cry, "Where is he little girl?" he asks as kindly a he can. "Over there! he's stuck in the drain around the corner!" I cry, "Please help him!" he runs off to where I told him to. I smirk wiping away the fake tears and grab three hot dogs and run off. I felt kind of bad tricking him like that, he was actually going out of his way to help my "dog". I sighed and shrugged. You do what you gotta do to survive.
