The Diary of Amanda Livington[on hold]

December 12

"Happy Birthday to ME!

Happy Birthday to ME!

I hope I find somewhere to stay warm...

Happy Birthday to ME!"

This is what has been going through my head since I woke up. I don't know what I am going to do. It's snowing just like they predicted, and the Church is full, and has no room for me. The stores are all closed too, because of the snow, so I had nowhere to go to warm up. I walked to the library earlier, but the librarian was leaving. The only place still open was a coffee shop, which is where I am now.

People are milling all around me. Waiters are asking my order. I guess I can get a hot chocolate, they aren’t too expensive and it would help warm me up.

The lady that brought it out told me that I need to hurry so that I can clear out, and let others in. I was tempted to say, "When this is the only warm place around? No Way! At least all these people can go home to a warm house!", but I didn't, I’m too nice to say something like that. I did tell her I would hurry.

The lady just came back and told me to leave she said that this isn't a shelter, and that I needed to find somewhere else to stay. I guess I better leave now, so all these people that have homes can come in. I guess that I’m just a piece of homeless trash.