Chapter 1

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Be warned that there is slight sexual content in this chapter and bad language. If you find that makes a book even better...then read on ;) (not yet edited) Kelsey Grant at the top.
P.s- Do not under any circumstances copy my work. Thank you xx

I have always believed that you are able to create good karma. I believe that to do this it's essential to help others.

My name is Kelsey Grant, I'm seventeen and I tend to spend my evenings out on the city streets helping the homeless. I pride myself on never judging people and how they came to be in difficult situations.

Lots of the people I meet while volunteering are alcohol or drug dependent. I think we should all realise that these troubled people are using substances as a means of escape. Running into the depths of their minds away from everyday reality.

On my latest evening out with the church's homeless crusade group I met a young girl named Rose. She'd been on the streets for a year and it broke my heart when she told me we were the same age. She opened up to me over a can of coke and a sandwich.

She told me she didn't get along with her Mum and was revolted by her step dad. He'd tried to touch her inappropriately twice before she gained the courage to run from the only home she'd ever known. I listened tentatively as she recounted her twisted tale, wrapping herself in a cocoon with her sleeping bag. When she finished her story tears were streaming down her cold rosy cheeks. I put an arm around her and pulled her into my side in the filthy shop doorway. Her curly brown hair was matted and I could feel her body shivering from the chilly evening air.

That night I managed to help Rose find a bed in a hostel. A member of staff had promised me she'd contact someone to get her into some kind of temporary housing. I told Rose I'd stay in touch and I went back the following day. Rose had been packing up her things ready to move to a bed and breakfast while the local authority found her a flat of her own. I gave her my mobile number and told her to phone if she ever needed help with anything.

When I arrived home that day karma did something completely unexpected to me. For the first time ever I'd done a good deed and still been bitten in the a*s by fate. My Mum and Dad sat me down and all too calmly told me that my Dad had a job offer in the United States.

How could they just expect me to leave the homeless crusade, sixth form and all of my friends? I couldn't just walk away from people like Rose who might need me one day. I had told them both this and their reply was that maybe fate felt that my good deeds were needed elsewhere.

I couldn't really argue with that and so two weeks later I found myself pulling along my suitcase in an airport somewhere in Florida. Changing my clothing had been a shock to the system. I left the UK wearing Jeans, a white sweatshirt and converse. When I arrived the heat hit me and I had to go and change into shorts and a spaghetti strap top. My Mum borrowed me a pair of sandals that she had in her hand luggage and I trudged in the slightly-too-big pair to the awaiting limousine.

Wait, what?!

Why the hell is there a limousine here to collect us?

"Dad, what's going on?" I ask, raising my brows and widening my eyes.

He casually opens the black shiny door to the back seat. Or should I say back seating area!

"My new boss sent the car sweetie. The driver is going to take us to the new house."

Well this is a world away from what I'm used to. I feel strange climbing into my space as the cool leather seats make contact with my thighs. The air conditioning seems to be on full and the only thing I can picture is Rose. I see her cold and wrapped in her sleeping bag. I feel guilt tumble over me like a pile of bricks. I know it's a stupid thought because I managed to help Rose find a place to stay. There are so many others out there though. Other people struggling to eat and sleep out in the open. Knowing that they're out there and that I'm sitting here comfortably in a limousine makes me feel nauseous.

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