Scenario:Anna was abened by her parents when she was little.Anna has blund hair and blue eyes like her brothers. Annas parents are super rich they are bileonares. Anna has 4 older brothers Jack, Jacobe, Matt, and Arek that her parents did not abendon. Anna had meder her home in a cleand out dumpster and is now 16. One day a family with 4 little kids sees Anna aslep on an old ratty matris and it is starting to be a rilly bad snow storm and the family calls the police do it in therd person
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Anna was abened by her parents when she was little.Anna has blund hair and blue eyes like her brothers. Annas parents are super rich they are bileonares. Anna has 4 older brothers Jack, Jacobe, Matt, and Arek that her parents did not abendon. Anna had meder her home in a cleand out dumpster and is now 16. One day a family with 4 little kids sees Anna aslep on an old ratty matris and it is starting to be a rilly bad snow storm and the family calls the police do it in therd person
Anna Mitchell
first_person_protagonist, female. She is a homeless teenager living in a dumpster. She is resilient, determined, and resourceful. Abandoned by her wealthy parents at a young age, Anna survives on the streets, relying on her wits and courage. Despite her harsh circumstances, she dreams of a better life and hopes to find a loving family. Her encounter with the Smiths changes everything, offering her a chance at belonging and love.
Arek Mitchell
side_character, male. He is Anna's older brother who was not abandoned by their parents. He is strongwilled, brave, and adventurous. Arek shares the responsibility of caring for Anna with his brothers after their parents' death and provides a sense of security through his presence.
Jack Mitchell
side_character, male. He is Anna's older brother who was not abandoned by their parents. He is protective, caring, and loyal. Jack becomes Anna's guardian after their parents' death and works hard to provide for her. He struggles with the responsibility of raising his sister alone but remains committed to giving her a better life than they had growing up.
My name is Anna and when I was little my parents abended me.
They had 5 kids and they did not abendon any of my brothers.
My parents are super rich.
They are bileonares.
I have blund hair and blue eyes just like my bros.
I don't know why they did not want me.
I wish I knew why they did not want me.
I wish I could see my bros.
I wish I could meet them.
I wish I could see them and tell them that it's ok that our parents abended me.
I bet they love me still.
I love them.
I want to hug them and tell them that it's ok.
I want to tell them that I am going to be ok.
I am going to make it.
I am going to be strong and brave and courageous.
I am going to make a new family for myself.
I am going to make myself be loved and be happy.
That is what I am going to do.
I am a very smart girl and I can survive on the streets all by myself.
I can take care of myself and I can find myself food and shelter and shope for myself.
I can do whatever I need to do in order to survive on the streets all by myself.
I huddle in my dumpster shelter, pulling out a crumpled receipt and a stub of pencil I found behind the convenience store.
The winter wind whistles through the gaps in the boards, making my fingers shake as I smooth the paper against an old pizza box.
"Dear Jack, Jacobe, Matt, and Arek," I write, pressing hard to make the faint pencil marks show.
Tears blur my vision as I tell them about my life, my hopes, how much I miss them.
I fold the letter carefully and tuck it into an envelope I found in the recycling bin.
I write their names on it and our parents' address.
I promise myself that one day, I'll deliver it.
As I finish sealing the envelope, movement catches my eye.
A plump gray pigeon waddles across my mattress, tilting its head to examine my letter.
I clutch the envelope closer, protecting it from the bird's droppings, and freeze as it opens its beak.
"That looks important," it says in a scratchy voice.
I scramble backward, hitting my head on the dumpster lid.
The pigeon hops closer, unperturbed.
