My #life Story Chp 1 Here's the deal. My #life is shit. I mean, after going to University you would think I have a n amount of money. But instead I find myself in a pretty awkward situation. I'm homeless, penniless and pissing on a tree. My family, you ask? Well, I'm guessing they are probably living a comfortable #life looking down on people who are not upper class white people. Basically, I'm going to say what your already probably thinking - you racist bitch. Well actually the reason why I'm running from an angry old man ( how was I supposed to know that was his prized apple tree that won the Gardeners choice 4 years in a row!? ) is because I disagree on racism and got disowned. Now anybody who hears my name basically slams the door in my face." Shit," I hear myself say, " I'm sorry sir " as I picked up his luggage as a token of forgiveness for running into to him. " No need to worry ma'am " the stranger said in a deep voice. I got a good look at his face and was mesmerized with his sheer handsomeness. " I best be on my way, sir " and with a curtsy, I walked away as the stranger glanced at me amusedly. I continue my journey till I come to a stop. " Home sweet home " I grimaced, looking at the little shelter I had made from a large blanket. I hopped in and sat down, munching a ginger biscuit. Unfortunately they made no difference to her hunger as she lay down, ready to sleep and awaken on the right side of the bed ( my little burrow of blankets ) this time.