Prolouge

I was just an orphan...nobody liked me. But ha, what do I care, right? All I need is me,myself and I. Oh, and Kirby too. I needed to escape this orphanage somehow,however, the question was, when? How? I'll figure it out.

This punk band I ran into seemed pretty cool. I think Kirby may be falling for one of them. I was only thirteen then. I didn't know what was coming. Why did they like me? No-one liked me at all...They took me in, they didn't care what other people had said.

At first I thought I was trouble for adoption...but I guess I was wrong.

*Warning: This story was written around 3-4 years ago and most of it is straight to the point.It is really bad.Read at your own risk. But if you do read it, thanks.*