This is my story. Well not just mine. It's also my friends and family's story. I still remember the day my life changed forever. There's no way I'd forget this date. July 17th.

After managing to escape the orphanage, my friends and I wandered around the city, knocking on doors hoping someone would let us in. We'd drink wherever liquid was, we even stole from strangers and stores so that we wouldn't go extinct. That only lasted eight days but damn, it felt like more. We ended up in the west side of the city and we were sitting on the dirty hard ground of an alley, starving, thinking it'd be the end for us.

I'm 18 now and so much more shit has happened since then.