y added to my misery. It was pointless to argue, even if I pleaded with my life Mrs Egan wouldn't let me stay. I was helpless as I watched her elegantly walk away. She had everything and didn't hav

d inhaled as my eyes lifted to the sky, it was still orange from the setting sun. The building looked beautiful and intriguing. Peaceful and serene that I longed to be the sky. I had the right to do what I wanted without having to worry about anything. Soon the sky turned da

I glanced at my leg and it was dirty, the bandage was soaked in the b

d a thunderstorm. Lightning flashed and I knew the rain was on the peak of falling. Sitting there I took out one of my old baggy sweaters and put it on so I couldn't fe

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ing about outside. I groaned as I slammed my hand on the soft bed I was lying in. My e

led like old people's homes which had that old rosewood scent with a pinch of some fruits, a patchouli smell mixed with various smells of baking. It smelled like cupcakes. I smiled recalling how the lady drove her old truck to the dark alley. I didn't know how she knew where I was but when I asked her. She s

d to get out of bed and Mrs Smith smiled as she walked in with a tray of freshly baked biscuits. My eyes shone with delight as I rushed to help her out. Mrs Smith was so old bu

the tray from her. The cookies looked delicious, so fresh and smelled wonderful. I smiled as I took one to taste it and immediately the crunch butternut biscui

. I stopped when I saw that sad expression I hated seeing on her. The poor lady lived alone in a three-bedroom house, she told me she had two sons and one was abroad wh

armly at me. I stopped moving and turned to face her, she always told me the same words each time I saw her. I knew she felt bad for me because I had no parents, no one to call my own but I didn't mind. I always belie

ing soup but today is a beautiful day...I'll go out and reach for my stars"I said resting my hand beneath her chin and coaxing her to smile a little, I set the tray of

t because I thought Its important"Mrs smith said while handing me a brown envelope, I

" I muttered taking it fro

t came from school then it must be important. Today was a special day. I still recalled the doctor I met and the card he gave me. I needed to go there as early as possible but first I opened the envelo

efore I stormed out dressed in a light blue strapped dress with white sneak

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were of disdain. Hate and disappointment. I walked in with my head lowered holding my small purse close to me and went s

chool. I knew I messed up big time but it wasn't my fault that our school lost the game. I felt sad just he