This story starts with peanut butter. I have never had a family I have never told anyone to come over because they would know that this abandons house is jut me. I was homeless on October fifth 2003 and I found an abandons house I looked around and found peanut butter it made me feel better warmer like I was a part of something and I wasn't homeless I enrolled myself into school and took care of my brothers and sisters (other kids that lived in the house) and gave them peanut butter other kids thought I was insane for trying to hide my secret but I don't see what's wrong with this trying to keep a private life I didn't want anyone to know that I don't have much not a family not a life nothing but a house with some peanut butter now I'm stuck here basically killing myself with the loss of my peanut butter dying on the streets for I have lost my home my friends and my peanut butter. This story begins with the gaining of peanut butter saving me and ends with the loss of it killing me.
