Are you my REAL mother?

Life on the streets

     I would like to dedicate this chapter to aneesmdh and misshijabi3 for both voting and commenting on my first two chapters. At first I thought about giving up writing this book because hardly anyone votes or comments. Those two votes encouraged me to write this so thank you!

The only thing I wanted to do right then was look for my mother. I wanted to know everything a child could possibly know about their mother. I stared at the homeless people on the street with a disgusted face when I only just realised that I was one of them. I was a homeless person. Everything in my whole life had just made sense to me now (apart from the bit about my mother)

I know how these homeless people feel now when someone walks past them and them gives them an evil look. It feels terrible. I could hear the evil witch calling me from streets away. She won't find me. And if she ever did I'd run a million miles to get away from her if I had to. The emergency bag that the evil witch had packed had a ten  pound note in it-And I was hungry. I had to spend this note very carefully it can't get spent too fast. I decided to buy a cheap bag of sweets, a bottle of water, and a bag of nuts which, all together, costed 2.50

I could see people staring at me as I ate I knew I ate like I had never even tried a piece of food but I didn't care anymore I'm a homeless girl, this is how I'm going to live now

Sorry for the short chapter didn't know what to write :o
Hope you enjoyed this chapter aneesmdh I tried to use your feed back as much as I could. Hope you find it interesting!