I'm at the shelter. The food there is soo good, expessialy on Sundays. On my way back to the roofs I ran into the girl. She was pretty chill, I think she's a run away though. She said she had a place in the East side if I ever needed a safe place to crash. She said her name was Cait Snow. I decided I would crash at her place for the night, if anything it was safer at her place than on the roofs with that creep on the lose. Plus if anything went wrong I could always ditch it to the woods. There's a giant forest on the East Side. Maybe I would end up living off the land, never returing to heaven. What a funny thought. At least I think I can trust this girl. She had this oddly familiar feeling to her, maybe I knew her in a past life. She showed me to her crib, which consisted of a few runways and drifters in the bottom of a run down coffee shop that was left to crumble down. I liked her place, there she was consider a queen among run aways. I liked that. Out of all that trash and filth she took charge and lead these people. I think I'll stay here for a while. See ya soon. Rebecca Jean signing off.
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Rebecca Jean
AçãoA fallen angel on the run from demons and angels alike. She might be trying to earn her gracious way back to heaven but don't expect her to play nice. Updates every Wednesday.
