The Story Of Logan Grey

survival

Living on the streets of London, in the middle of a war, was not easy. The sirens, at times, were a blessing. I felt so guilty for the thought, but at least I knew I could go in a shelter and have a bed for the night or a meal for the day. Out on the streets, living was an achievement. The kids of the street fought for scraps of food, a place to sleep, territory to beg. It was so difficult, especially as I hadn't found a group to take me in yet. The streets were full of gangs and rivalry. It was not a place where you would want to live. Fear never left me those first few months. Not once. Never before had I realised how precious life is until I had to live a lone life as a homeless orphan.
Finally, as the war ended, I found my place in a family. Not the type your thinking of. I still lived on the streets, just not alone. I found my gang. My family. I belonged.