Vagrant (n.) idle wanderer, tramp; (adj.) Wandering aimlessly

Yeah, that’s me, a wanderer, or perhaps "loner". I know what your thinking, how is a

15-year-old girl a vagrant? More importantly, why is a 15-year-old meandering her way through the west coast? Well, it all started 3 months ago, when my illustrious, movie star mother

adjourned herself to Paris, France right after the divorce with my dad. My dad hates me

because I look to much like my mother and disowned me. I couldn’t live with my mother because she was the one who comported leaving me here. How erroneous they are! Myparents hadn’t predisposed this to me at all and found all my stuff being piled out of our house. As you can see my mom is very tenacious and cut off all bondage towards me. By terminating my credit card saying I owed her liabilities. Even though she’s in all the movies!

Now you are wondering where I live, how earn cash and all that. I’m now a foster child, moving house to house– never for a stagnant stay. You’ll be surprised at how assimilated you become with people you live with until they’re gone. Just like the Quartz Family.

They were pliant and lithe folk, who graciously let me come in and out of their house when I needed to. The Quartz surprisingly hadn’t tried to usurp my life or try to subjugate me into going back to school. I gained a real semblance for them and even got some fighting experience! But all things good have to end sometime. After about 2 and a half weeks they took me away from them. I had found out soon after that the Quartz family are massive drug dealers and I could't believe how skeptical I was.

New family time! Not; they sent me to an old, run-down orphanage, where they

hadn't even cared if was there or not. I was walking along an empty street, when I heard fighting. For some unbridled reason, I ran towards the deadlock. Where a gang of bullies were beating up on a kid that looked my age. The kid did a extemporaneous move and hit 4 guys– it made my heart burst with adrenaline. My eyes dilated as I became militant. I leaped into the pugnacious brawl and knocked down a brawny guy in the process. Quickly I glanced at the boy I was helping, our eyes locked and suddenly we knew. I was his accomlice; he was my savior. Together we would annihilate anyone who tried to mess with us! Then, someone decked me in my stomach, pulling me out of my pensive state. As I crumpled, the world blanched, then grew intensely dark.

When I woke up I saw opaque light seeping through a narrow window and guessed its about 3:00 PM. Then I saw His eyes, staring at me, eyes clouded as if in deep thought. My face

reddened as I realized I was in his house and my clothes were really slipshod. Showing alot of cleavidge and part of my underwear. Not only that, but he was extremely comely, dark hair, light complexion and deep blue eyes. He said his name was Corey, and walked away to get me some water. I caught him before he left and asked him how did he spell his name (random question), he told me. Being the idiot that I was, I told him it was spelled like a girl name. He laughed and then walked away. While he was gone I wondered what came over me. It seemed so superfluous to help him back there, but I couldn’t help myself.

This was how I found my new, hopefully permanent home. The orphanage wouldn’t know nor care if I was gone; I decided it would be best if I stayed with Corey. This was the start of an extremely complicated story.