"Happy birthday to me." Vladimir said as he walked out of his foster home for the last time. 'Today is the best and worst day of my life. Best because I no longer have to look at those people or deal with them ever again. Worst though because now I'm homeless.' he thought as he made his way to the woods where he would most likely be living for now on. He didn't mind the thought of living in the woods, it would at least be quiet and peaceful. He walked until he came to a clearing in the woods that had a nice flat rock overlooking a beautiful brook. He sat down on the rock and stretched his long ratty jean-clad legs out as he took his backpack and acoustic guitar off of his back. Besides the guitar he had only managed to take one more pair of jeans and all of his school books into the backpack before his foster parents showed him the door. 'Man you would think they would have given me at least one more day to find another place to live, but of course they didn't. I'm 18 now which means they no longer get paid for keeping me around. This system is broken and stupid.' he thought as he began to play the guitar. He didn't play a song he knew or anything like that, he just played whatever melody was stuck in his head at that moment. 'What am I going to do now? I guess I'll have to go to school tomorrow and then find a job.' he contemplated as he continued to play.