There was a young boy...
He was rather confused of what was going on in his life, he had no clue who he could turn to anymore. Both his parents were starting conflicts, and kicking him out of his own home. He wandered the Winter night alone and cold- only to find he had no one left. He decided to go to a near friends house...although his friend was not pleased with the fact he was banned from his own house hold. That night...on the living room floor where he slept, the young boy thought of nothing but what was going on in his life...Why was this all happening to him? Why had no one wanted him? Was there something wrong...was he...not good enough? He closed his eyes and could only thing of the weekend before any of this happened- only a few images could he see. That night he cried him self to sleep...only hoping the next sun rise would be better than the previous one that had he seen.
+Angelo+
