Normal day, normal life. In the streets, asking for money or at the least, food or drinks. Nobody ever bothers to adopt me. Actual nice people keep me in their house for a few days just so I'll stay warm. I have asthma so its very important, obviously. I've been on the street for at least a year. I never expected to be adopted until a long time. But one day, a miracle happened. Not a birth miracle though. Ew. ~~~UNDER SERIOUS EDITING~~~ I MADE THIS WHEN I WAS 9 OR 8. OMG IT SUCKS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I STILL UPDATE, AND I DONT EVEN KNOW IF ITS GOOD ANYMORE, SO YEAH O_O