I never had what you could call a good childhood. My parents hate me, I feel like more of a burden then a blessing. I have never been to a real school, so I have no idea how to read or write. I can barley lift something half my weight. Seems like life itself didn't want mine to start at all. So I've decided I'm running away, I don't care where I end up. Even if it's a world populated by pastel colored ponies.
Marked Teen for some strong language.