|A new chapter in my little novel, my new abode isn't perfect but it'll do.|
Hello, my name is Juniper or so I beleive, seeing as I was adopted at the ages of two, I'm what you call a 'rubbish bin kid' since I was literally left in a bin by my birth parents shortly after I was born.
I've learnt over the years to forgive them for abandoning me and have since left my home town Gotham village to move to Pleasant View to search for my birth parents, I don't know what will come of it but one day I just hope by being here I can answer the question I've been wanting an answer for all my life...Why?
|..He seems like the type of guy who knows a thing or two.|
|Me and the bitch making up...isn't it sweet?|
|A book...about hammers, how exciting!!|
I come back to my cramped apartment and brood as I read a book about D.I.Y (I know, boring but if I'm going to live on my own I might as well learn a few skills). This day has been uneventful but I'm sure by the end of this week I'll finish at least one page in the novel which is my life.
|Maybe it was something I ate?|
I always awaken with the same thoughts, the same memories. They're blurry but I can see my mother and my father, my mother has fair hair I can see it sparkle in the summer sun shine. All I can see is her smile and her warm arms touching me, I reach out to touch her but the image fades and I snap back to my harsh reality.