Orphans of the night

They call me Blossom. Cute name, right? Don't be fooled. That's not my real name, it's the one I gave myself when the streets became my only family.

Out here, every day is a fight. A fight to eat, a fight to stay warm, a fight to keep from disappearing into the cracks of a city that doesn't even notice you're alive.

It wasn't always like this. There was a time when I had a roof, a bed, and other kids who felt just as lost as I did. But when the orphanage collapsed under debt, they shipped most of the kids off to foster homes. The rest of us? We weren't so lucky. We were the leftovers. Disposable. We didn't get homes, we got the streets.

And the streets don't care if you're 15 or 50. They chew you up, spit you out, and dare you to survive another night.

That was my life. Cold, hungry, invisible. Until one night, luck or maybe fate, threw me into the path of someone who would change everything. Someone the world worshiped, but I didn't even recognize: Demi Lovato.