A thing between an RP and a plain story. I'm not sure if this should be in the games forum, or here.
RULES
1. I start the story.
2. Add something to the story.
3. Have fun!

It was a cold winter's night. I felt like ice. I was hungry, lonely, lost, and scared. Scared to show myself. Scared for my family. I am almost 12. I have been lost for many years now. I have no friends. No family to comfort me. To protect me. This is my life's story...

[Oh, can we RP now? :>]
My body shivered, and my hands felt like stone. It was Winter, and it was snowing ever so delicately, lighting up the darkness in the city. I hummed a tune to not let myself down - no, I had to stay alive, even if there wasn't anyone to protect me. I would protect myself.

The wind howled around me making me shiver harder as the biting wind made my nervers feel like they where ice.
I stared up at the plain, black sky.
I just stay alive...
" I-I must...I...I must stay...a-alive... "

(Yeah. But we're all the same girl!)
I try to find shelter. I am so hungry. I don't know when was the last time I've eaten a good meal. Finding a small cave in the snowy forest, I long for a bowl of hot soup.

Staring at the cave, I notice a small flower - wilted and soggy from the upcoming winter, but I'm desperate and hungry. With a bit of drool, I lick the flower. Pollen. I knew it wasn't good for me, but there wasn't any food I could find, other than two tins of sardines in the trash that I couldn't open [But still took with me], and an expired peach past it's date by 1 day - not too bad.

Suddenly, I hear a rustle in the grass. Noticing a small bunny - which must have accidentally left it's home and couldn't find a way back, I pass the flower to it and start chowing down on the peach. Way too soggy. My teeth shiver as it's a bit frozen cold and slimy, but I still have the sardines.

Why? I wonder. How did I deserve to be like this?
Cautiously, I shout "Who's there?"
I see a little puppy come out of the bush. It looked very hungry.

It was black but with whithe paws and belly. When it came closer i saw thet it was injured. It had a big scrach on its left paw and a bruse on its back. I wanted to take it in to my hands and warm it but it causiusly took a step backwards and stareted crying.

I held out my hand, to let the puppy sniff it and know I would not hurt it. It looked like I was better off than the puppy was. I was fine, besides the point I was starving, but the puppy...it was hurt and hungry. I felt the puppy's cold nose touch my hand. "Come here." I cooed in a soft, reassuring voice. "I won't hurt you." I said.,I reached out slowly to see if the puppy would let me pet it, and gladly enough, it did and I scratched it behind its ears. Poor thing...it felt as if it was frozen. I scoots over to it, now hoping I could get it to trust me enough to let me hug it.