I never knew my parents. I've been an orphan all my life. I was fourteen when I ran away from the orphanage. I've been living on the streets ever since.

For some reason these crazy monsters keep attacking me. I don't think I did anything to them. All I've got to protect myself is a sword made of ice . I have this weird power over ice. I can create it out of thin air.

I mow people's lawns for money, and with the money I earn I buy food at gas stations. Most of the time they go inside, and see me on the news. They call the cops, and say they've found me because there is a $1,000 reward for whoever returns me to the orphanage. Obviously everybody wants to get there hands on me.

I am fifteen years old; I have completely white hair, and icy blue eyes.I have lightly tanned skin. I usually wear black because it's easy to hide in.

My name is Jack Westing, so let me get to the story. I was running through the woods with some crazy old lady on my tail when a gigantic cyclops bursted out of nowhere. I summoned my sword, and sliced it in the leg. Then he fell, and wailed in pain. I stabbed it in the eye. It turned to golden dust.

I hear the old lady catching up with me. I quickly run not that it was hard because she was like eighty.

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I walk into a gas station to buy some food. I see a fat cop buying donuts. Like he needs those.

He turns around, and sees me. He commands, "Don't move."

So, I naturally I run.

Notes

Sorry it's short, but they will get lengthier if thats a word...