Street Rat

Chapter 1

I'm a street rat. My mom died when I was about 5. I have siblings too. Twins. Two boys. They were only 2 when Mom died. My dad? As far as I know, he's off in la-la land where nothing bad happens and you can have all the drugs you want. Needless to say, he left us at the orphanage. Yup, those still exist today. You know, they aren't supposed to split up siblings in foster care. But the twins, they were fully adopted with in the first month of us being there. Haven't seen them since. Guess when you're not the same age, they forget you're related.

I was put in my first foster home at the age of eight. They were awful. They had 4 kids of their own. God only knows why they wanted to foster me. But the dad in that house. He was fine when his little girls were with him. But with me...I got beaten...badly. When they finally took me to the hospital for a broken arm, I was taken out of the house.

I guess that I just have bad luck because my next house beat me too. I didn't get out of there until I was 13. Three years ago. I've been living on the streets since I ran away from there. They looked for me, for a while. Then they gave up. So here I am, 16 years old, making money on the streets with a guitar.

I've been through a lot. But I'm going through a lot, but I'm gonna get somewhere.

I want to be touring internationally, to have my own headlining concert. That's only a part of it though. I pass by Madison Square Garden almost daily and there is always some line waiting the see the next concert. I want to be what they're lined up for. To be the one that they're screaming for. That would be amazing! So that's what I do, every day. I sit here every day, strumming my guitar, praying someone will find and sign me. That I'll be taken off the streets, that I have the chance to do something with my life. That's all I've ever wanted in this life. All of it.

So as the last chord of Hallelujah is strummed. I see a girl approaching me, and I know exactly what she wants.