Prelude/Prologue (IDK what you call it.)
I never fit in anywhere. My mother and father abandoned meat age 2. The cold, hard asphalt of the streets, the streets my parents left me on, was my home for many years. All those years the word "Schande" haunted me. It was what my parents called me before they left me on the unforgiving streets of Germany. It meant disgrace. That was all I was in their eyes.
That was 14 years ago. Now, at age 16, I had completely shut out everyone, especially those I f…
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Posted on December 9, 2008 at 7:02pm —