Orphan Boy.

Alone and confused, I sat in the dumpster, knowing I would probably have to sleep here for the night. I didn’t run away. My parents didn’t kick me out the house. They just told me to run and never stop. I would give anything to know if they were still alive. My name is..... well i really don't recall, but the only memories i have is my father fighting six or seven men while barring a gun shot wound. Blood, so much blood. Sometimes my emotions overwhelm me and i began to cry. I  wish this was a movie, so then it would have a happy ending, but its not. Sadly, i always try to be an optimist, but to no avail because, there is nothing happy about my life. There is no “bright side”.

 I think to myself. “Gosh I'm hungry”. I’m right beside an restaurant, but the last thing I’m going to do is steal. Its a sin. Vermont is a really quite state. Nothing ever happens here. I hear footsteps. “ Hey Joey, get the Connolly's the food critics here.” Crap, that man’s coming out here. “Just a minute”. I shut the dumpster top and buried myself in banana peels UN-finished pizza, leftover meatloaf, etc. The man opened the top.............