Hi my name is Layla but some people I knew calls me Lay.
I'm 13, long brown hair with hazel eyes. I live on the streets by myself of course.
I had a big sister she died when I was six. So I've lived on the streets my whole life actually.
I sat on the ground eating the apple I could finally afford.
I was so happy to eat because I haven't ate in months.
I look over at the school when I heard the bell ring.
I've never been to school I wonder what it's like.
People call me stupid but I don't know what that means.
I have one friend I think, her name is Faith.
She really mean to me sometimes. I asked her to come over sometimes but she says no cause she doesn't want me to dirty or stank up her house.
I wave at he when I see her coming out of the school.
She ignores me and keeps walking.
"Hi" I smile at her.
"Hi" she says plainly.
"How was school? Did you have fun" I ask.
"Why don't you go to school and see for yourself" she says.
"I wish I could" I smile.
"Hey look, why don't you leave me alone and never talk to me again" she shoves me.
I frown and hold my arm "I'm sorry" I mumbled.
"Get out of here, you dumb bitch" she says and walks off.
"Will I see you tomorrow? I remember you saying your going out of town" I ask.
"Can't you ever get the hint? I don't want to be friends with someone like you" she says.
She walks off and I frown and start walking the other way.
I keep my head low, I soon stop and sit down not feeling well.
"Get off my lawn" someone yelled.
I turn around and see and guy sitting on his porch.
I slowly get up and started walking off.
I see some of the kids from the school entering there home.
I soon get to the corner on sleep on.
I sit down and put my head down and cry.
I wish I could be like Faith, she has a home and she gets to go to school.
She always clean and people like her.
•Later That Day•
I had got hit by a car earlier but it wasn't that bad.
I held my stomach and continue to walk all the sudden a car pulls up in front of me.
Some girl and Faith gets out the car.
"So your the one that keeps bothering my sister" the girl yells.
I look at her in fear "I'm sorry" I say softly.
"Sorry not going to cut it" she yelled.
I jumped a little and nod.
"What do you want to do to her sis" the older one says.
"Please" I frown.
"Torture her" Faith says.
