How things end up sometimes

stupid old man!

Heyllo(hey.llo)!My names Taylor. I have no last name, I choose to be like that. Don't judge. I hate when people judge me!

Grocery shopping; Easy right? Wrong! Well at least for me its hard. That's because I live out of a stolen R.V. Yes I steel! like I said before; Don't judge.

Anyway it wasn't some random persons R.V; It's my parents. Well,was my parents.

I ran away from home last year. Been on my own since then. I travel around....well everywhere. I'm at London village one night and then I'm in Tokyo the other. I'm crazy that way. Aren't we all?

And no, I didn't run away from my problems; I ran away from the normal life I had. normals way overrated! I don't wanna grow up and live a normal life like my parents and there's, and others before, etc cetra. Anyway that's my life so far. if you wanna know the real reason I travel places and not just stay in one city?; Well I'm a singer and dancer. Cheesy, I know! I'm so cheesy and awkward and quirky, but hey that's me, don't judge. anyway I travel city to city so that everyone,everywhere knows who Taylor Runmen is. I could be famous one day,and you'll be like;

I should have never doubted her,:(, I'm an idiot.

and I'll be like;

ha ha ha,yes you are!:)

So don't underestimate me.

So you probably wanna know why its hard for me to buy groceries in a stolen R.V? Did the 'stolen R.V' answer your question? I could go to Jail.

Not just for the stolen R.V thing, but for being under aged. I'm only 15 and a half years old. do you know what they do to 15 year old's in jail?! exactly!; No one knows because the 15 year old's never survive long enough to say! So I have to park in the middle of the night(sometimes later) and park far out of the eyes reach.

So I have to walk all that way, and then walk all that way back to the R.V, carrying groceries! and I get a lot of groceries since I only go to the market once a month; For the stolen R.V reason of course. So here I was, sleepy as hell. Turning off the engine to the R.V. I got up and looked down at my pajamas that made me even more sleepier and tired than I already was.

I slowly & carefully closed the door to my R.V so that none of the houses in the neighborhood would come out. Long story short; Never buy a very long --very loud-- toy machine gun. let's just say I had to keep low for while and had to eat dog food for about 2 and a half month's.

As I simply --not!--close the door to the R.V I put on my hoodie and stuff my hands in my sweater pocket. I glanced down at my cookie monster long sleeved pajamas. How adorable. I love cookies! And apparently cookie monster didn't mind them either.

Get this; The best thing about living alone is that; you can pig out on as much junk food as you like without your parents insulting you; about waking up one morning with some "unexpected" cavity.

Lame!!!

Walking down the road I see a roach crawl up my sandal, and like any normal human being would do; I freaked out screaming to death whole kicking my foot and shaking my body to make it get off of me. don't judge! I'm only human. after that I looked around to see if anyone herd me. Surprisingly, I only herd the sound of an annoyed cricket. I sighed in relief. and slowly started walking again to the market. As I approached the rundown shop I started to see the sign more clearly. some letters were off of light, while others just fell down out of exhaustion. so this is how the sign looked;