The Things I Hide

How I met my Friends Pt.1

Of all of the places that I could start my story, I feel like this particular day is the best place to start from. It was the best worst day of my life, which is surprising considering that I had to fend for myself for eleven years. Yes. Eleven. 

I am pretty sure that I am eighteen years old. It is hard to keep track ever since I lost my home.

Today marks the one year anniversary of meeting my friends. I cannot believe that my luck turned around the way it did that day. I went from having to survive to being able to live. 

That day didn't look so bright when it began. You see, on this particular day we were having a really bad time. We had almost died twice, and to make it worse we hadn't eaten in two days.

It all started because we had been soliciting on a well populated road. When we started out, our well being was based on the kindness of strangers. We would go to people and ask for the most basic of things.  Food. water.work.socks. We went on like this for a coupe of years before we were old enough and strong enough to survive without the help of anyone else. We became accustomed to the woods and the things that lived there. Particularly the things that we could hunt. 

Through hard work we were able to save up enough money to acquire an ax. It was a basic iron ax, but we treated it like it was the most holly object in the world.  We kept it in good condition and used it for all types of things. We were able to hunt more effectively and needless to say life was much easier for a time. 

Anyway, I'll stop my rambling. The week prior to that fateful day we had been very unsuccessful in our hunting endeavors. We had only caught one rabbit in the land that we were living in, so we decided to go back to our roots of soliciting. 

We stood on the corner for hours that day, and none of the people were very charitable. They purposefully avoided eye contact. Wouldn't acknowledge that I was there. Some people called me a freak, and told me to go home.  

It made us mad. 

Curse those people that are not aware of what they have. 

If they were in the position I was in they would feel terrible. 

I sighed and turned away from the road and all of the people in the wretched town.

"Lets just go Derp," I say to myself "People obviously wont be giving us anything today"

I feel his disappointment as well as my own as we head into to woods that were nearby. 

We were going to just go climb a tree and sit out the rest of the day  to brood, but we quickly realized that we were not alone. 

I decided to walk deeper into the woods and pretend that I didn't know that this person was following me. We thought that maybe he had some things on him that we could steal...

In order to do that though, we had to make sure that were far enough away from the road that people could not see what was about to go down.   

I was going to continue a little further when the person behind me had stepped on a stick and it had snapped. I couldn't pretend to ignore him any longer so I turned to face him. 

Our hopes of robbing the man diminished almost immediately.

It was a police officer.  I look him over and my eyes fall on his gun.

'This isn't right, ssundee.'Derp warned. ' this is a man that shouldn't have followed us. they don't just do that... '

'I know... he must want something from us.' I think back. I want to ask him so many different things, like why are you here? why are you following me? what do you want? but instead I politely say: