erika



My name is erika. i don't know my last name. if i did, i have forgotten it. i had several last names. depends on which foster home i was in. you see, i never knew who my real parents were. i just remember going to home after home, being placed in the foster system. i kept maybe hoping one of them, would be nice, but they weren't. so until i find my real last name, just call me erika.

i left the system when i was 16. after all, it wasn't much different then what i'm doing now. i turned 18 just a few months ago. never have gone 'bad', for a homeless street kid. no drugs, no prostitution. in fact, i'm still a virgin. i guess that's because, it's very hard for me to warm up to someone. i don't think i have ever smiled, so please don't take it wrong if you don't get one. it's going to take a lot of work, to bring one out.

i don't talk much either. i wonder what you want, or what you're trying to steal from me. i don't have much, but what i do have, i cherish. my beat up pillow, and torn blanket, are about all i own, and the box i sleep in. you won't hear me complain about how i live, because it's what i expect life to be about. i don't know anything different.