My name is Matt and I'm what you call an outcast that no one likes me even if I became
someone. I live with my mother and father but they don't care for me, They forget I'm here most
of the time. They leave every day and night and only come back to the house when they feel like
it. I'm 5'5 and has long black hair and plain white skin, people say I look die without caring how I
feel. I go to school, then work, then to my makeshift house in the forest behind my parent's
house. I'm never going in that house because they beat me, every time they see me and never
stop until I pass out, then they throw me out of the house. I'm not complaining about my life, I
enjoy living with the cute animals around and every sometimes I see a wolf running and hunting
things, it must be nice. The animals are friendly to me and me to them, I cook and help treat the
animals that come to me. They get me plants to cook and help me clean my shack, sometimes a
wolf comes here, it's black with brown spots on it, I love it. He sits with me most of the time and
walks with me other times. I'm an outcast because I'm gay and like cute things, my so-called
parents what me to get a rich girlfriend, so they can travel more, but I told them I'm gay they
kicked me out and never do anything for me. My things are three outfits and those are my school
clothes, work uniform, and my night clothes; a bucket I found and this little hut I made out of
trees and leaves. I think my wolfy is here.
