PROLOGUE

Rain poured hard, and lightning flashed quickly just outside the car, but what could she do? Seven year old Tyron was home by himself. Then she decided to stop in the nearest restaurant until it was safe to drive just then she saw a big red glowing sign that said freddy's burgers, but when she started to pull in she saw another sign that said DO NOT ENTER. She was thinking about how they should have made this sign glow to when a red convertible came charging toward her she tried backing up, but hit the car behind her, then the convertible hit her, and everything went dark.

Meanwhile little Tyron was at home alone. A few minutes ago the power went out, and now he was turning on the battery powered radio. As it usual started on the news, he was about to switch it to a different station when the reporter started talking about a car accident, scared he hurried to change the station, but before he could the reporter said who died and his mother was on the list. For a few moments he sat there thinking. That was it he was an orphan, he knew that now, his dad had died when he was little and now his mother was dead. After a while he fled the house and nobody knew what happened to him.

He ran, feet pounding against the ground, he had no idea where he was going, but he was going there fast. He only brought two things with him, his dad’s old fishing rod and his others sewing kit. He lived off of this for awhile, hiding in the woods as much as possible, eating fish and sewing clothes from what he found dumpster diving, those few times he went into a town. He avoided people as much as he could, even years after the accident he was still afraid that someone would turn him over to the state. So, he learned to. Live alone, always traveling, always hoping there was a chance his father was still alive. He was never told how he died, making his death harder to believe then his mothers…