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My name is Diana Lorelei Smith. I am homeless and pregnant.
When I was 17, I was raped.
My parents had put me out because I was pregnant.
I wanted to tell them, but they had already moved two days later.
I felt like they didn't want me anymore.
I moved to Chicago with the money I had saved up.
I didn't have a house, so I stayed under the bridge.
I couldn't find a job because rin people didn't like homeless people.
I beg people for money every day.
Every time people walked past me, they said names to me.
One day, I met a boy who was the same age as me. His name is Dayvon Bennett.
He is my best friend who helped with my food craving.
Sometimes, when he gets out of school he takes me to see his mom.
She thought he had got me pregnant.
I told her what had happened and she gave me food and some clothes.
I needed a place to live.
Dayvon was a young gangster just like his father.
I told him to stop trying to become a gangster.
He didn't care what I said, he just kept killing and stealing.
When I was nine months pregnant, Dayvon stopped visiting me.
I waited for him every day but he never came. I went to his house and I saw him hugging a girl from behind.
She was tall and had brown skin.
I went toward him and pushed him.
"Dayvon Bennet, I wait for you every day but you never came" I said while pushing him.
"Baby who is she," the girl said.
"I was his best friend but not anymore," I said walking then my water broke.
" Dayvon I think my water broke," I said crying while in pain.
he came toward me and pick me up and took me inside his moms house.
