"Well then Miss Fiesty," John said laughing. "Would it help you if I shared my own story? Let's see. My mother left me at an orphanage when I was 3. I still had the balloon that my grandmother had given me. I was always a trouble maker at the orphanage and when I was 16 I ran away with a girl I had met but we split up when we hit Chicago because we were both broke. Then I started manufacturing weapons for the gangs and so I'm the reason a lot of people are 6 feet in the ground right now. After a couple of gangs put a hit out on me I ran and I pushed myself too hard. I passed out and I woke up and was forced to join this band of misfits. So you aren't the only person with a shitty life. Actually I'm sure a good amount of the people here have more of a reason to hide their past so why don't you just get over yourself!" John shouted. He was shaking. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blown up like that," he said as he stood up and quickly walked to his room.