Oh no.... I stumbled upon another of these, and it asks for the person AND where the story left off! But I suppose I have to give it to you...
When I was the spry age of eight,
My house, or shop, burned down that date,
With Esperanza gone, it was that the hopping came...The homes came one by one, the same,
I was so "bad" I ran from them,
But I had to sleep under a rotting bridge to shield...I got sent into Nevada,
It was as bad as all nada,
And then I met my friends, to come for all my life...I got a ride into the air,
And passed over Delaware,
A car crash happened next, the kind you wouldn't think...I learned of the woodlands' curse,
I made the quest, but not as first,
Another crash and then, hopeless as it may be...We pushed west, hardened as three,
But I had serious jealousy,
We finally succeeded, and then came back to camp...And that's where this story ends,
I haven't finished living, and,
Tell me what time I'm in, and also my name, please...
So who am I, and where did I leave off?
