Living on the streets of London, in the middle of a war, was not easy. The sirens, at times, were a blessing. I felt so guilty for the thought, but at least I knew I could go in a shelter and have a bed for the night or a meal for the day. Out on the streets, living was an achievement. The kids of the street fought for scraps of food, a place to sleep, territory to beg. It was so difficult, especially as I hadn't found a group to take me in yet. The streets were full of gangs and rivalry. It was not a place where you would want to live. Fear never left me those first few months. Not once. Never before had I realised how precious life is until I had to live a lone life as a homeless orphan.
Finally, as the war ended, I found my place in a family. Not the type your thinking of. I still lived on the streets, just not alone. I found my gang. My family. I belonged.
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The Story Of Logan Grey
Teen Fictiona whirlwind of utter chaos is what my life centres on. As you turn the pages of this story you'll unravel the mystery of my life... Next chapter published regularly!
