Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story)

Chapter One

Diiinnnggg!

That was the bell to go home. For the kids that have a home.

I picked up my torn backpack and walked out the school doors and into the parking lot. I could feel kids bump into me and look at me strangely.

I am not strange.

I walked until I got to the side walk and started on my way to "home." I dragged my feet along with my body. My eyes heavily weighed me down. My heart sagging along also adding more weight.

I passed by my parents house, not looking at them. I felt them happy. They where happy without me. I couldn't keep them happy. But that's ok.

I kicked a rock into the street as I crossed it without looking. Someday I will get ran over, hopefully.

As I walked more into town, I cut a corner next to a little shop and walked down the alley. At the end, a staircase led up to the roof of another building but it was slightly taller than the shop next to it.

On the top of the roof, was my home. I dropped my back pack next to my blanket and pillow and walker out from under my blanket roof and onto my "balcony" where I had two wooden chairs and a makeshift table.

I sat down and looked at the sky.

Dark and Rainy.

Just how I like it.

I sat there and let my clothes and skin absorb the water falling from the the gray wall above me.

Once I sat there for long enough, I pulled out my homework from my backpack and walked backed to the edge of the balcony. I ripped up the papers over the little wall and watched the rain drops pull it down into puddles on the street.

Then I leaned my head over, along with the upper half of my boney and fragile body, of the wall.

If only I let go.