Kennedy let a short sniffle sound from her nose as she laced her shoes tightly to her feet. It'd been about almost two months since Kennedy had been back to the burrow where she had left so abruptly. The reasoning she had?
Well... there wasn't much more than this.
Kennedy had seen what she and her powers could do. She had first-hand witnessed what everything she and her powers could and would bring into everyones lives around her. You name it, fear, chaos, danger...
Any of it.
Not a day has passed that Kennedy hadn't thought about how there was so little good she had brought to anybody's life. And at this moment she wanted- needed to change that.
Over the last month, Kennedy had found herself about one hundred seventy miles from the burrow on the dot. She had managed to make it in the muggle world where eventually she found herself in a fairly quiet city that didn't have too much going on. It was in the middle of a few larger cities, but since she wasn't technically a criminal in the muggle world, she figured she would be fine.
And for the most part, she was.
She hadn't had any hiccups or bad confrontations with any people, neither had she had any extreme problems with her abilities. In fact, she had a good feeling that she had managed to be able to control them.
Then there were the basic needs of survival. Kennedy had fully been living on the streets for the two months she had been gone. And though it was very different from the 'lavish' life she lived at Hogwarts, it truly wasn't all that different from the time she had spent living in her apartment with Bonnie.
Damn did that feel like such a long time ago. Little did little eleven-year-old Kennedy know... her life was about to change drastically.
People in the city treated her fairly well. There was always a younger boy, probably around the age of fifteen who would stop by twice a week at the tree just on the outskirts of the park near the center of town just to give her a bottle of water and some sort of protein-filled food.
He truly was a sweet kid.
Dylan Terrance was his name. A perfectly ordinary boy who has zero clues at who Kennedy is, or what her past is like. Yet he shows up at two in the afternoon every single Tuesday and Friday just to sit and have a conversation with her.
And although he was such a nice kid Kennedy rarely ever spoke a word to him, or anybody as a matter of fact. It wasn't because she was scared or nervous of the people in the city, but only because she felt as though the more she said the further they would be drift out in the sea of Kennedy's unlucky life.
There was another handful of men and women who would occasionally stop by, filling in the gaps of the week that Dylan wasn't able to stop by. So really she hadn't been all that unlucky seeing as everyone seemed to enjoy the dirt-covered girl in raggedy old sneakers.
Apparently, Kennedy had made such a silent prick in the cities heart that a couple of people she had yet to meet wound up wandering over to her, handing her either blankets or some new form of clothing, though whenever they offered her a brand new pair of shoes she would just smile lightly and weakly shaker her head.
It wasn't that she didn't want them, hell she desperately wanted something that would console the bottoms of her feet, but she constantly reminds herself that she needed the shoes to keep her grounded.
To remind her that she needs to go home so she can change out her shoes.
Because Kennedy knew that if she took those shoes, the last piece of clothing she had from home, she probably would continue her life like this and never return even though she knew she wanted to.
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