After a month of work, I'd finally gotten the bars off my window. Tonight was the night. all of my belongings were packed in my duffel, and I was ready to go. After I heard my mom go upstairs, I opened the window and climbed out, pulling my duffel behind me. I started running away, away from that place, away from my mother. "Hey!" A voice called out to me. I turned to see a girl waving at me. She had tan skin, brown eyes, brown hair, and freckles. "What are you running from?" She asked. "My mom." I said. "I've spent the past fifteen years being abused by her." The girl winced sympathetically. "Where are you headed?" She asked. "I don't know." I said. "Anywhere. Nowhere." "How about you come live with my family?" The girl asked. "I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. They've been saying lately how the wish they had another girl, but they don't want a baby." "Okay, I guess." I said. "What's your name, anyway?" "Kelley O'Hara." The girl said. "But my friends call me KO. You?" "Hope Solo." I said.
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A New Hope
General FictionWhen thirteen-year-old Thalia Skywalker escapes United Voices Orphanage, she is faced with a problem: where does she go? After a few weeks on the streets, Thalia meets an unlikely ally: sixteen-year-old Hope Solo. When they are separated, each girl...
