1 Prologue

Hey I'm home from school mom and dad I love you both," I say as I walk in the door.

"How was your day sweetheart," asks my dad in an inquisitive tone.

"It was okay dad, I'm just exhausted, so I think that I'll just go rest for a while."

"Alright hunny, we'll save you a plate in case you wake up hungry," replies my mother.

"Alright, thank you mom and dad," I say exhausted and worn out.

After another annoying morning alarm it's time to get ready for school. I go to take a shower and then head back to my room to get dressed, already loathing the walk to school.

It seemed to be a strange day today. As I head to my class I see my best friend Sophie and walk up to give her a hug to which she replies," Hey girl have you noticed how weird today has seemed?"

"Yea, I have its like they know something that we don't."

"Oh well let's just get to class and get this day over with already, Sophie says as we walk to another dull day of class.

Luckily the day passes quickly, and before I know it I'm already reaching for my front door. Hmm, that's weird, I think to myself, I know that I locked the door before I left to go to school.

"Mom, dad I'm home from school," I yell inside, only to receive no reply. "Hello?" I ask now a little worried. "Dad, mom? Where are you?"

Then I suddenly hear, "Hello, are you Miss Jozie Marie Daniel's?" and it nearly scares me to death.

"Yes… May I ask who you might be and what you'redoing in my house, and where my parents are?"

"We're with the police, miss."

"What then, why are you here at my house?"

" We regret to inform you, but both of your parents have passed away."

My heart drops instantly as my head starts to swarm with questions, "How is that even possible? I saw them just last night before I went to bed."

"I'm sorry miss, but is there anyone that you may be able to stay with?"

At this point I start sobbing with the realization that I've got nobody else, "No there isn't anyone I have no other family, I have nobody, please just one last time please just let me see them."

"I'm sorry miss, but that is impossible because they've already been cremated."

That seems sketchy but who am I to argue with the police.

And that's how I came to be this homeless wanderer, hitchhiking wherever I go, surviving by whatever means necessary.

My only family passed away when I was only fourteen years old, ending my previous life and starting this new pitiful excuse for a life… I am now twenty-two years old and still unfortunately homeless. I barely manage to get by every day by singing in different dive bars of New York for scraps or small amounts of cash if I'm lucky. Day by day I wander place to place trying to stay alive...