Oh My Gosh! It's a Dinosaur!

Chapter 1

Funny thing about dying, you can get away with a lot of things. If you have a bad temper, people write it off as mood swings. They treat you nicer than they would others. You get the best meals of your entire life! And people feel so sorry for you, they'll give you almost anything, no matter what.

I, however, don't get any of this. Why? Because I'm homeless. And no one cares about you when you're homeless. Sure you may have someone here and there being kind, but it's not a lot.

When you complain about something, people just write you off or think you're faking to get attention. It's why I gave up on people. Gave up on asking for things. Why I just don't care.

I only care about a few things. Me, a few various items I own, and my stories.

My stories are something no one, and I mean no one, can take away from me.