When I left my house I headed straight for the airport, but I remembered I had no money. So I decided I would have to start a little simpiler, I decided to apply for a job at McDonalds.

 "Your name?" said the teenage interviewer. She look like any teen, she had dirty blonde hair that went down to the middle of her back, and had too much makeup on.  


"Last name?"


"Where you live?"


"'ve got to live somewhere."

"I know, I used to. But I ran away."

"Umm...why don't I just put down where you used to live?"

"No... don't."

"Why not?"

"Because you can't! I don't live there!"

"Ok, so what should I put?"

"Can't you skip it?"


"Then put Nowhere."

"Look...why don't you come with me... my mother would like you. She ran away when she was a kid, and hasen't seen her mother since."


The End

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