Bree

Damn this life. Damn everything about it. I'm stuck in a world where I'm surrounded by drug addicts, whores, and homeless people. Well, I fit into one of those categories. I'll give you a hint: I'm allergic to pot, and for all intents and purposes I'm a virgin. Can you guess which one I am now? Very good, I'm homeless. Not by choice though.

Would you like to hear my story? I guess if you keep reading, you want to. If you don't keep reading, well, screw you. You didn't read that though, so there's no purpose to insult you I guess. Oh well, made me feel a little better. Let's start at the beginning.

My name is Bree Tanner. I'm fifteen years old. I was abused by my mother's numerous boyfriends. When she was too busy getting high and screwing around, I left. Now, as I'm writing in this lovely journal I've acquired – maybe not so legally – I'm also eating half of a hamburger I found in the trash. I won't give you the details of what it's covered in, but it's food. That's more than I've had in the past two days. After finishing my delicious meal, I will retire to the box I've hid behind a dumpster.

Great story right?

You haven't even heard the half of it.