I walked through the ruined place of town I must call my home. I was kicked out for breaking a vase that only costed 6 dollars, they threw me out leaving me lost with nothing but empty pockets, a half eaten piece of bread, my drink that has been saved for a week and expired, and my two stuffed bears.
I decided it was best to find a hotel, until, at least I find enough money or something good enough, not fancy, but something I can call my home. I walked through hotel after hotel. Then it happened I found it, the last hotel in town, I silently cried as I walked in the hotel,nervous hoping I was getting a home for at least a little bit.
Hopefully this was the end of me search, Or so-called the search.