So this was the life?<br/><br/>Young, full of energy, won the genetic lottery for looks and charm, and -- homeless. Because Daddy loved the bottle and Mommy loved the medicine cabinet.<br/><br/>So she had left.<a class="link link--external" href="http://prowinwall.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Anime-girl-with-cats.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Anna-May Green</a>had run away from home at the age of seventeen and it obviously hadn't paid out for her. It seemed without an actual valid address or a legitimate high school diploma that many places would hire her. Oh yes, and the fact that she was a Canadian citizen who crossed the border illegaly certainly didn't help. It was how she ended up here in one of the millions of cities throughout the United States.<br/><br/>She sat near the mouth of an alley that night, wrapped up as warm as she could get. Black leggings, dress shoes, and a black skirt, a white blouse covered with a black pressed jacket, and further more with a winter coat. One hand flipped a hand-rolled cigarette she had gotten off of a homeless guy for cheap, while the other stroked the head of a small white cat who was purring and nuzzling against her hand: Piebald according to his tag. She had adopted him when she found him in an alley about a week ago. She didn't even notice the man approaching.