At the age of 2 I was taken away from my birth parents to be put in an orphanage. I was adopted by Samuel and Margaret Barnes three years later, and have since bared the same name.

Good people as they may have been, love me as they might have, they were too quiet for my soul. I needed excitement. Two days after my 14th birthday, my incessant restlessness reached its peak. I took off running. I never looked back.

Having landed myself on the streets of Burlington, without a penny to my name, only the clothes on my back, and no plan in mind, I was a hopeless sight indeed.

After a month of barely surviving, in and out of a few shelters, I met a kind fellow, a few years older than I, named Kirk. He brought me home to his parents and they put me up gladly. Such remarkable generosity.

I spent two more years under their care. I continued my education.

Once I graduated I took off again, leaving a note for them to find, thanking them for their care.

I now find myself in an apartment with someone I met at a showing of Lost in Translation. I'm working part time and taking a taking a script writing course during nights.