[This takes place around collage time]

You've been on the streets for 10 years now, and it wasn't gotten any easier. Running from gangs, the police and constantly using different names and ID's... You were sick of living like this and you knew you wouldn't be able to turn your life around

You put your hood up and walk into the road as a car speeds towards you. You stan in the middle of the road, facing the car with your eyes shit tightly, and then... Someone pulls you off the road!?

"Oh my golly!? Are you okay?"

The man asks as he quickly yet carefully checks you over