~•Becka's POV•~
Hey I'm Becka, I'm twenty, I'm homeless, with nowhere to go. Running seems pointless to me. I live in a abandoned school. it is a fairly big school, with two floors. I love to paint, play the guitar, and whenever I get enough money, I head to the arcade to play the video games. I have more than enough food because the school was fully stocked with food but sometimes I still have to go grocery shopping for more food. My only means of transportation is my penny board or going on foot. I was kicked out of an orphanage five years ago. Let's just say when I'm mad, you don't want to get on my bad side. Some girls got punched, there was blood, and the next thing I knew, all I heard was the zipper of my suitcase after I finished packing. I live on the outskirts of LA, and nobody can have a more miserable life than me. I guess that is life though.
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Found by Team Crafted
RandomBecka is homeless, until she met Them. They let her in made her feel at home. Becka will probably never forget the day They found her
