The boy under bridges and the girl who gave much..
Sirens echoed up and down the street, and the dirt from under the bridge remained caked to his skin as he slid down another water logged alleyway. No matter how much rain poured down upon his head and body, Max Summers remained caked with mud and dirt. Max was nineteen, and for the past two years, had been living on the streets of Toronto. Kicked out when he was seventeen, he had been trying to survive, all the while avoiding violence and searching for fooda task he was currently trying to accomplish. As Max quickly came onto the busy street he pulled up the hood of his dirty sweatshirt and continued down the street towards the one place he knew he'd find solace. Quickly dodging inside from the rain he pulled off his hood again, signed the clipboard by the door, and entered into the main room. There weren't nearly as many people as he expected to find what with the thunderstorm outside, but that didn't matter to himin his eyes, that meant more food. As he entered the first