Y/N folded and placed the clothes that she used to wear inside the big box that contained a lot of clothes that people donated since they don't wear or can't fit them anymore.
Since it was a requirement, today was the day for her to leave the orphanage due to her being 18.
When her mother gave birth to her, she just placed her child up for adoption and didn't even think twice. Throughout Y/N's whole childhood, being placed in one foster home after another, she was never lucky enough to come across a good one instead of a negative one.
There was no family that could help nor guide her, no work experience, no home, no money, not even a phone—just a whole world that Y/N had to deal with on her own.
"You okay, baby?" Ms. Rhonda, the staff member, asked, causing Y/N to snap out of her thoughts. She looked at the elderly woman and saw a sad smile rest on her face. Y/N pulled her in for a tight hug and pecked her cheek as she hesitantly hugged back in return.
Ms. Rhonda immediately fell in love with Y/N once she first met her as a baby. Every time things didn't go right in the foster homes, when Y/N came back to that same facility, she was there for her.
She always came to work early to talk and spend time with Y/N, comforted her whenever she felt down, and snuck her fast food late at night past curfew, though Ms. Rhonda wasn't supposed to.
Basically she was like a mother that Y/N never knew she had.
The older woman sniffed and pulled away. She picked off a small piece of lint that was on Y/N's shirt.
"It could be about anything don't hesitate to call me okay?" Y/N nodded, Ms. Rhonda slipped her a small folded piece of paper that had her number on it and walked away out of her now-old bedroom.
Y/N slid the paper into her pocket. She picked up the box and walked her way out of the room to the office, where the majority of the staff members were. Ms. Reed made a disgusted facial expression before she took the box from her.
The girl shook her head. Since she wasn't friends with or cool with anyone else besides Ms. Rhonda, she just found her way out of the facility without looking back.
Her dirty white air forces creased more than they already were as she continued to walk down the sidewalk to no specific location.
After miles of walking in the hot sun, Y/N spotted an open homeless shelter that had a short line of people waiting to check in. Y/N stepped to the back of the line and waited patiently.
Finally, once she was the first in line, the lady eyed her outfit as she popped her gum and hummed.
"First and last name, and your age?" The lady asked with a slight attitude in her tone.
"Y/N Young and I'm 18 years old." Y/N answered a bit nervously. The lady wrote it down on her clipboard.
"Go ahead and find yourself a bed, but you will have to leave tomorrow at 12 p.m. sharp, understand?" Y/N nodded, and the lady stepped aside so she could get past. Y/N walked inside of the building.
Luckily, it didn't take long for her to find a bed that wasn't used, so she took off her shoes and laid on the bed. It wasn't all that comfortable, but it would have to do since she didn't have much of a choice.
Y/N stared up at the ceiling, thinking about what she was going to do the next day when it was time for her to leave. She didn't want to bother Ms. Rhonda until she was very stable. But how was she going to do it?
"Lights out!!" Someone shouted out before they turned the lights completely off. Already feeling drained enough from all that walking in the heat, it didn't even take a minute for Y/N to fall asleep.
