*Frank's POV*
I walked down the silent street for the third time that night, staring at the leave less trees. They were a strange yet beautiful sight under the full moon that just so happened to be happening today, the first of October. I only know the date because I heard some man saying it on the phone today outside the coffee shop. Now I have to keep track in my head the days, because I might get myself something a little more special for my birthday if I can afford it. I probably can't but I'll try.
Look at me. I'm a 26 year old man with a life on the street and almost no money and a family who probably doesn't even remember me. I barely even remember the color of my mom's eyes. It's 30 days until my birthday and I can barely even afford a meal a day let alone get myself anything special. No friends. No job. No life.
I decide to go and sit by a tree right next to a lonely street light to think for a little. I'm feeling restless tonight, and I probably won't get much sleep, so I'll plan out tomorrow. I'll wake up, if I fall asleep, and head behind the coffee house like I do every morning to pick up the leftovers of the breakfasts of the coffee house employees. Then, I'll search around behind there for the loose change that always ends up falling out of a drunk person or two's pockets when they go back there to smoke. By then, I'll probably be tired already from not sleeping tonight, so I'll head to the empty shed just a couple blocks away to take a small nap. After that, I think I'll go to Goodwill to pick up a new set of clothes. Mine are pretty trashed, and I've been saving up for that anyway. I don't know what I'll do then. Probably just head to the park and try to distract myself from the hunger pangs in my stomach.
Yep, sounds like a plan.
I slowly get up from my spot beneath the tree, and turn around headed for that shed to sleep for the night. That shed might as well be my home, but I have to be careful to not leave any possessions there for a long period of time because I'm not paying for the property and they could arrest me or something. At least that's what I think would happen. Whatever.
I finally make it to the shed to find it surprisingly bright. I look up to see a good sized hole in the roof and add fixing the roof to my short list of things to do.
I wander over to my favorite corner and plop down with my back against the wall facing the center to just kinda think about life, seeing as I am still not tired yet. I end up thinking about love, since I no longer have a family, and I've never really loved or felt loved. I wonder what it's like. Is it really magical? I bet I'll never find out anyway, cause who would want to love a man who was kicked out of his own house for being gay, and now lives off of half eaten donuts from a coffee shop garbage can? If I wasn't me, I'd think I was weird.
I soon feel my eyelids start to get extremely heavy and I let out a huge yawn, so I curl up on my side and wrap myself up with the zippered sweater I had from when I left home, as if that thing was going to help keep me warm.

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I woke up in the morning in the same position I was in when I fell asleep, on my side withe my jacket wrapped around me, and feel a huge grumbling in my stomach that I'm used to at this time of morning. After a small internal debate between falling back asleep and getting up to eat, I decide on eating as my stomach is really starting to hurt, so I doubt I'd fall asleep anyway.
I walk out the doors to the shed and head down the street to the coffee shop where I head around back only to see that the donuts are not there, and there isn't really anything resembling food for me to eat, leaving me with either not eating today, or searching for other food.
I decide to just move on with my plans for today and start looking around for loose change, and eventually find a whole ten dollar bill tucked behind one of those big metal garbage cans. Today must be my lucky day... besides the food incident.
Including the ten dollars I found about 15 dollars, a pretty good find for me, and I leave the back of the coffee shop to get on with my day.
Now I am supposed to take a nap, but I decide to skip that, considering the fact that I actually got a pretty good nights sleep since I fell asleep earlier than expected. I just have to go get a new set of clothes. I guess I can make this my early birthday present for myself.
I eventually get to Goodwill, and walk in to see that there is a good selection of clothes, but I just go for a simple black T-shirt and a pair of jeans, so that I can't be easily spotted at night. I also head over and grab the cheapest pair of shoes there, considering now I have to avoid all puddles unless I feel like getting my feet soaked.
Counting the price of everything that I have now, I will be spending around 20 dollars, and I saved up 30 for this trip, so I head over for some new socks and boxers.
When I get to the check out. The girl tells me that everything I picked just so happened to be on clearance, so I ended up spending only 18 dollars, and I decide to go get myself a more proper breakfast this morning, and I'll celebrate my birthday today.
With all of my clothes in a Goodwill bag, I head back to the shed to change and after looking in a cracked mirror someone left there, I decide that I actually look slightly acceptable, so I bring my old torn clothes out and throw them by the river considering they're all the same shade of grey-brown from being worn for months straight.
Gathering up the rest of my cash, I decide that with all of my good luck today, I'm just going to go ahead and spend it all today on my food, and hope that I pick up some more money later. I count it all to be around 40 dollars, including what I got this morning, what I had left from my shopping, and some that I found lying around in the shed.
I walk down the street knowing exactly where I'm going to go. It's this simple place called Aunt Ellie's. I've never been there, but it always smells delicious and almost everyone walks out with leftovers, so this meal could last me a little longer than a couple hours.
Walking in, I immediately get hit with the mouthwatering smell of bacon, chocolate chip pancakes, and omelettes. The waitress seats me and heads off, not before sending me a little wink after saying 'Flag me down if you need anything'. Yeah no I think I'll be fine.
Opening up the menu, I see exactly what I wanted exactly where I was looking. I know it's not exactly the best food for travelling, but I want it anyway.
Denver omelette, with Swiss cheese. I used to have those all the time when I was little, and that's what I want now, so I'm going to get that and a side of bacon.
The waitress comes over to take my order, obviously trying to flirt the whole time and me trying not to burst out laughing at this whole situation. I sit in silence with just my thoughts, but thankfully the food doesn't take that long to come back out because I was starting to get sad.
Anyway, this omelette is HUGE. That and it's practically dripping with Swiss cheese and ham and everything else is falling out of it left and right. I know automatically that I picked the right thing to order because this will probably feed me for a day or two after today if it doesn't go bad.
Either way, I finish probably about one third of the omelette and only get through one piece of bacon on my three piece side before not being able to eat another bite since my stomach's shrunk from not eating. I casually ask for a box and get the other two thirds of my omelette and two slices of bacon packed to go. The waitress hands me a check with her number hastily scribbled on the bottom and I laugh considering one, I'm gay, two, if she actually knew me and my situation right now she wouldn't want me, and three, I don't have a phone. I end up with three dollars left from the meal and the tip and everything since she was really nice to me, even if it just was to pick me up.
Deciding to save the three dollars, I practically sprint back to the shed with his new found energy I have from eating a good meal and having new clean clothes. I put the omelette package and the three dollars in my sleeping corner and turn around to head towards the park, keeping right on my schedule, even though now I don't have to try to ignore hunger pains while I'm there because there won't be any.
I sit on the swings when I get there and just casually start to swing back and forth, ignoring the looks I'm getting from the passers by. I just casually swing back and forth for a little bit, thinking about life in general and how much I hope that this luck lasts longer than just today, but I know that spending my money will come back to bite me in the butt at some point in time.
All of a sudden time fly by really quickly and it is night time, so I head back to my shed and eat a couple more bites of the omelette before rolling into the same position I was in last night to fall asleep.

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I wake up again, but to find that this time, I am not hungry, so I decide against wasting some precious bites of food and heat right over to the coffee shop for a free breakfast like I normally have, and maybe I’ll find some more money. Of course though, with all of my luck yesterday, I do get the donuts, but no money, and I’m not even hungry.
I have no idea what to do for the rest of the day, so I decide to head over to the punk rock music store on the edge of town. I have absolutely nothing to do today, except fix that roof, but I don’t want to do that, so I can afford the walk to go listen to some music for a couple hours.
Getting there about thirty minutes later, I head right to the back of the shop where I was expecting no one, but instead I’m greeted by a gang all smoking, and of course, the leader had to be facing my direction.
“Dudes look. He looks gay.” the leader starts. Wow very professional. ‘He looks gay’. Sure buddy whatever floats your boat. But his next two words stop my thoughts right in their tracks.
“Get him.”

Notes

New book!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm actually really excited about this one considering the fact that I haven't really seen an idea like mine in another fan fiction before, and I'm getting tired of all the same old ideas. So here is my book. Honestly I did not expect this chapter to be like this, I just kinda thought everything would be a peaceful introductory but my mind thought differently. So here it is. I don't like asking for comments, but I would really like to know if anyone thinks that I should continue this book considering I really like the idea, but I don't know if anyone else does...
So... yeah!
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