Mahana woke up with the sun, it was hard not to when it glared down at her with not even a window pane to block it.<br/>She was laying on a park bench, a forgotten park, over run with weeds. She sighed running a hand through her long dark hair. She was homeless, there was no denying that, but she didn't consider herself a hobo. She did her best to stay clean and worked hard at any odd jobs she could get.