I looked at the alley where Dakota said was where she lived.
"This is where you live?" I asked like she was joking. When I was going to bunk down for the night I usually found some random family that would help me for the night. I pulled my guitar off of my back and sat down with no further question. She had just nodded to my question. I know I know I wasn't being the friendliest person but I couldn't help it. All of my old friends had like forgotten me and I was now forced to wander the streets because of my dumb parents! When Dakota saw my guitar her eyes lit up. Oh no. Was my first thought.