When I was younger I was lost. Teachers wodered why I was failing my classes, why I was daydreaming so much. But noone understood that when I got off my bus at my bus stop, I didn't want to go home and when I did go home my guardian would be waiting for me. She'd see me through the window getting off the bus and rush to go lock the front door. I'd knock waiting for her to just open the door. She wouldn't, so I'd go for a walk. I'd walk and walk wondering what it would be like to run away. Would that make all my problems go away? Probably not. Turning around I start to walk home and sure enough her husband would be home from work. The door would be unlocked and I would walk in to her asking me where I'd been and why I didn't just come inside. Night time would come and I would be molested by her husband while she was soundly asleep. next morning I wouldn't get fed and headed off to school to dream about a better life and it would all repeat like that for seven years.