It all started with them fighting. I was only 2; they absolutely hated each other. Imagine it: You in your little two year old body, with your two parents screaming and hitting each other all through the night. I could barely get a eye of sleep.
About a year or two later, I escaped. I finally escaped that horrid family, and at first I was happy. Then I realized... how am I going to survive? Soon, I forgot about all my problems, since I was only three turning four. I just lay down on the damp, cold grass with my only blanket.
I was 7. I was, in fact a street rat. The streets of the UK were scrawny and didn't have many nice and giving people. So, I would steal breed from merchants, drink water out of horses buckets, and I would sleep under a cardboard box behind a furniture shop. Life was definitely better than my life back at home, but still troublesome. There were people trying to find a missing kid that escaped from terrible abusive parents supposedly escaped from "happy, loving family." But, eventually, the searching stopped. I was guessing they just gave up.
I had finally turned 13 and I was feeling free. I know you had to be eighteen to own a merchant stand and all that but, in time, I got a hardy job of taking care of horses. I got a better "house" and it was sort of just a bigger box, but it was much better.
I had turned EIGHTEEN! I could barely believe it! Eighteen! All that work of grooming horses had paid off. I bought a pretty nice cottage and settled in. It was only fit for one person but it was cozy and warm. I was happy and bought a merchant stand once settling in my house. I sold supplies to care for animals (since I had a lot of experience). I sold a ton of supplies and soon, owned a fortune.
Then, I made a pretty big (and bad) decision. I donated 3/4 of my money to the poor, so once I turned nineteen, I was broke. Soon, I couldn't pay for my cottage and got kicked out (because I sort of got a "scholarship" for that house). And after that, couldn't pay rent for my stand, so that got shut down.
Now that I am nineteen, I'm looking for more and bigger opportunities. I still do not have much money, so I am currently sailing the seas. Soon, hopefully, I will find a nice, warm cottage again.

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