That day was over and I packed my stuff and left; I left the home I had lived in most of my life. That house was now gone and I had no chance of going back. When I left I went to a street where a lot of people walked on and begged for money. This wasn't how I wanted to live my life but I had no choice. Before I went to sleep I counted my money and had a total of $10.57. It wasn't a bad start but it wasn't the best. The only thing I had was a phone, computer, clothes and a very little amount of money. That's it, but even if I had all this stuff, this isn't living, and it wasn't right. The next day I collected $15.11. Then I thought about renting an apartment, so I looked on the Internet but all the prices were too high. Each apartment cost at least $70 per month and currently I only had $25.68. This was going to be long life. But I was prepared for it. When I went to bed all I could think of was hope, hope for something to build off from so that I could live a good life, but hope is a long way from now.
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Alone For Good
General FictionAfter Teresa loses her parent life isn't the same for her anymore. No one wanted to be there for her, and no one cared. She must live on her own in this dark world.
