The boy in Caravan
There is one thing I have come to hear everyone say: life isn't fare. I don't know my story, the best that I can remember about my past was that once upon a time I began to live in the Caravan. The Caravan is Rusty, it is Covered in dirt. I watch people every morning watching me, they always nodded as if they had pity on me, yet they never came closer, maybe I was just a Mad kid. I always stay hungry every day except there was enough food in the trash cans. Some times when I became so hungry, I thought about going back to the Maxwells , but I have been more comfortable in the Caravan, than their Mansion, at least I don't have to go all day without food; I don't have to spend every day with pains of severe beatings. Many times I asked myself how I get to the Maxwell mansion, because I didn't recall, they never told me anything about my past, but I will find out, I will dig it out. Until then I will always enjoy the comfort of my Caravan, My Name is Percy Brandy, I am the boy in the Caravan