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I went to hide under a buiding. With no food, I had to use the $100 on something to eat. 

I bought a  2 double-cheesburgers at Mcdonalds, along with some fries and a sprite. I was really hungry. It had been 10 hours since I ran away, with nowhere to go. My entire family was just.....just.....stupid, if that's what you wanna call it. But words cannot describe what they are. 

After I ate, I kept patrolling the streets, hoping I would finally see a foster home or something. It was about 4 in the morning--I guess Mcdonalds was having some kind of special of open 24 hours--so I was tired. I went near an alley, where no one could see me, and I just laid down.

Somebody obviously saw me, because when I woke, I woke up from someone shaking me. "Little boy, are you okay?" She said.

"Leave me alone, lady. I just wanna get some sleep." It was still dark outside.

"Do you have a home to go to?"

"Well, I........no. Not anymore."

"I will take you to my home. What's your name?" 

"Johny." I told her. Of course I was gonna go with her. A nice, soft bed in a nice, warm room...or the street. Not much of a choice.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Tony."

"Okay, Tony. So...where do you live, exactly?" 

"Not far from here." 



When we got out of the car and I saw her home, I was fucking flabbergasted.

It was ''my'' home.

"Uhhh...wait a minute. Are you sure this is the right house?" I asked her. 

Then it suddenly occured to me.

When my dad was talking on the phone with his "girlfriend", he had called her Tony. Now she was living here, and that's why she took me here. 

This was too much. I ran like hell in all directions, punching, hitting, kicking anyone. Cops eventually came, but I didn't care. I hit them too.



And that's how I wound up in prison.

''The end?''

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