The Elements of Passion

You want to know my life and how I live. I'm a bitch. I don't live. I don't care about anything. I don't care about love. Maybe because I can't find love. All the bullshit I'v been through ain't no boy or man gone want me. You want the raw truth and nothing but the truth then that's what I'm give you. Here we go with the elements of Passion.

I'm Passion Clark. I'm sixteen and live in Savannah,Georgia in a group home for girls. I'v lived in the group home since I was 10.I'm  mixed with white and black, light skin, short, I have deep dimples, long black curly hair, straight white teeth , hazel eyes, I have big breast, and a huge ass that sits up. My mother was sent to jail and I was bounced from foster home to foster home. As for my father, like any other girl from the hood my father was never around. It don't surprise me thou. Shit I live for me and only me and I don't need nobody to take care of me.

I sat on my bed and looked out the window and saw kids playing outside the group homes gates. Then, I looked down at my shoes. They were black with mud on them and beat up. Only gods know when I had a new pair of shoes. I shared a room with ten other girls. Some are gay and some were not. I didn't have friend's because I don't need a backstabbing bitch as a friend. I don't trust none of these bitch's and never told them my business because the girls around here talk to much. I laid back on my bed and closed my eyes and I heard a soft knock on my door.

"Come in". I said.

"Passion?" Mrs.Jackson said.

"Yes Mrs. Jackson?" I said.

"Can I come in?" She asked. I sat up in my bed.

"Yes". I said. I guess she didn't hear me the first. She came in and sat next to me. Mrs Jackson was in her mid-30's , short ,brown skin, she had nice shoulder length hair, and deep dimples.

"How are you?" She asked me.

"I'm living" I said simply. She stood up and walked over to the window and looked out of it.

"Your mother was released and no doubt she going to come looking for you" She said.

"And". I said. I wasn't scared of my mother so I didn't care if she was looking for me.

"I was given money, apartment key, and a phone to give you so can get out of here". She said still looking out the window. Sh walked away from the window.

"When can I leave?" I asked. I was just ready to get out of this hell whole.

"Today". She said. I ran over to my bed and grabbed my suit case and started packing my things.

"I see someone's happy to leave me". She said.

"You have know idea" I said with tears dancing in the back of my throat.

"When you get in to this world please make right decisions". She said.

"Trust me I will". I said putting my suit case on the bed.

"Let's go to my office to give you everything you need to leave" She said. I grabbed my jacket and beret. We walked down the hallway and girls were on the stairs chilling and some was watching TV. We walked in to her office and I sat in a chair in front of her desk.

"Here" She gave me a key, directions to the apartment, 700 dollars, and a Galaxy 2 phone. I stared at the items in awe. I was going in to the world on my own and it felt good.

"Ready?" She asked.

"I think so". I said standing up and picking up my suit case.

"Let's go". She said. We walked out the front doors of the group home and to the gates. I looked at all the people driving, walking dogs, playing at the park. The gates opened and I looked at mrs. Jackson.

"Go ahead" She said. I walked outside the gate and they started to close. I turned around.

"I'm going to miss you!" I yelled.

"I'm going to miss you to!" She yelled back. One single tear drop fell from my eye and I turned around and started walking down the street. I had a journey ahead of me.