I did not cry. My heart was stone. I resorted to stealing. After a few practices, I was good at stealing bread from JIm's place or food from fast food restaurants. I never once got caught.
People are so gullible.
They refused to believe a boy with gentle blue eyes, blond curly hair and full red lips would do such a crime. When I was 15 yrs old, I joined a gang group. I had to drink chicken's blood to get in. The blood was sweet and satisfying. Once, I killed a young girl who was rude to me.