Leah's P.O.V
I fiddled with my head phones as Mrs Straight was talking to all of us orphans, she was rambling on about setting good examples but I knew she was really talking to me I was thinking about how much of my four years that I had spent here. "Leah Wilson, you listening to me?" I looked up to see her nostrils in my face, "Yes Mrs Straight." Then I stood up and walked out of the room, Mrs Straight staring after me yelling, "Leah Wilson get your butt back here now." I knew she would hit me if I didn't do as I was told, she always did. I had learnt to accept it.
I was sick of everything, constant packing and unpacking, having to sign endless documents when I leave then when I come back. It was never-ending. I hated it so much. Flinging open the door marked L.W I opened the sliding door on the other side. The noise and the lights of Nashville settled me at once as I sat in the corner of what used to be a balcony overlooking one of the busy nearby streets. It was just after 8.00pm on a Friday night and I could hear people starting to emerge ready for a night on the town. Straining my neck down, I settled into the gentle rhythm of my favourite Nashville singer while looking down at a blonde haired lady getting out of a dark car. My breathing hitched in my throat.
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Protecting Leah
FanfictionI don't know what real love is. All my life I've been running from people who have hearts the size of pebbles no one's ever loved me. I know that for a fact. It says it right here in bold print in the corner of a blank folder that holds my life stor...
