The Man Who Owned the Box

Hi, I'm Misty, Misty Green. I have no home, apart from the forest, but you can hardly call that a home. I have no money, but somehow I survive. I have no friends, but the birds accompany me. I have never been to school, nor do I ever wish to. But there is one thing I wish for, every night before a fall asleep on the forest floor, every time I pass their grave stones, I wish for my family. My wonderful family whom would still be here if it wasn't for him, the man who stole everything from me. My home, my my friends, and my family.