I was born in a box. My mother was very ill and my brothers and sisters were killed by humans before they were able to open there eyes. I lived because my mother protected me. She told me to run away...far away and. I started running but I looked back...blood everywhere. My mother was killed by the humans. I hate humans. I hate that box.
I hate my life.
-------------------------------------------------------------
Hi, I'm piplove and this is my first story. It will be continued.
Bussi!;-)
