Nani's P.O.V. ☼
Don't you just hate it when you wake up from the streets and always expect that bugs crawl on you because that often happens to you? I can relate so much, but you probably can't, considering at the fact that most people are fortunate. But unlike me, my life is basically just complete crap. Getting kicked out of your parents house, and ending up alone in the streets, struggling to keep your health up.
As I wake up, I immediately walked out from my little place in an alley, which consists of a couch, a rug, and a dirty blanket which has many holes in it. The only reason why I walked out of my alleyway is to find food in trash cans. But if I'm lucky, I can get money from people if they wish to donate me, but that's unlikely.
As I'm walking, I go through many trash cans and overall, I only got an apple core, a half-eaten corn dog, a quarter of a hot dog, and found a cup of water on a porch. I guess that's good enough for a day, since my stomach became smaller since I barely eat anymore.
I went back to my little place, and started eating. People would consider this 'trash', but I call this a fucking blessing.
Life, life is hard man. Well, for me. Having to find food in trash cans, sleeping in a place that can't be bigger than a typical bathroom, being low on money, just because your parents show no respect to you. I have nobody in my life that would actually give a fuck about me, which makes me worse. Life is just complete shit man.
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OKAY SO I THINK THAT CHAPTER ONE TURNED OUT CRAPPY BECAUSE IT'S LIKE 1 A.M. RIGHT NOW AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR THIS CHAPTER BUT TRUST ME, THE BOOK WILL GET BETTER IN THE FUTURE!
Stay poppin' my lovelies
xx,
Tiffanny
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