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Ongoing, First published Jul 27, 2018
My name is Ren and I currently living under a bridge after my family has left me an orphan.  At the ripe age of 16, I don't have a lot going for me and will probably end up on the streets for the rest of my life. 

I've been alone for years until I am practically forced into a friendship with this little boy named Boniface. With nothing to do I end up spending a lot of my time with his family who are quite some characters. One of his brothers won't seem to stop looking at me though. It's kind of odd.

It is nice to be accepted again at least. 

It's nice to be not alone.

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I started this story years ago and I'm still not done with it either because I keep going back and changing things or I forget about it entirely. I've rewritten about half of the chapters I have so many times its crazy. This story used to be called FINALLY LOVED but I took and down and redid most of what I had.

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I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.