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     Haley's POV:
I slam the door shut and walk outside with Miles in my hand and his bag on my shoulder. My foster mother swings open the door with a bang "HALEY YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK INTO THIS GODDAMN HOUSE!" she yells at me.

I ignore her and walk down the street. I walk until I reach a Starbucks. I walk in and grab my wallet from the diaper bag. I stole a couple hundred dollars from my foster mother.
I go up to the counter "Hello! What shall you be ordering today?" a boy that looks around the age 16 or 17 asks me "um may I get a Hot Chocolate and a water please?" I ask politely.

He types my order into the register "ok that'll be 6.04." he tells me. I try to get 7 dollars out with just one hand "do you need some help ma'am?" he sweetly asks "yes please." I chuckle. He walks over to me and grabs 7 dollars out of my wallet and puts it back in the bag.

He types stuff in "do you want change back?" he asks "oh um no thank you." I say. He nods his head "ok and what's your name?" he asks "oh um Haley." I say. Miles starts crying. I try to grab his binkie but I drop it "shit!" I whisper. I bend down and grab it. I wipe it off on my shirt and put it in his mouth.

He stops fussing "ok Haley I'll call you up in a few minutes." he tells me. I nod my head and sit down at a booth. I set the diaper bag on the table and I grab Miles blanket. I fold it and set it on the table. I lay Miles down on the table and grab his bottle and formula. I set my hand on his stomach and look around for a clock. I found one and the time says 3:39.

I sigh and look at Miles "gosh I love you so much! I want to give you the best childhood ever. Unlike me, my childhood consists of bad people doing bad things to me. I hope you never have to go through what I had to go through." I start crying. I look up at see the boy from behind the register walking towards me "here's you order. Do you need some company? You look kinda lonely." he chuckles. I nod my head and dry my eyes. I grab the water and poor a certain amount into his bottle. I put the formula into his bottle. I put the lid back on and I shake the bottle.

I pick miles up and feed him "well my name is Kaleb. I'm 16 years old." I smile at him "nice to meet you Kaleb. Well you already know my name," I laugh "and I'm 14 years old." I smile at him and he smiles back. He looks at Miles "is he yours?" he asks. I look down at Miles "oh um ya he is. He's 4 months old. I had him on my birthday." I say smiling at Miles "oh. If you don't mind me asking how old is the dad?" Kaleb asks me "the dad is 17. He was 16 when he uhh..." I stop my self from saying anything else "when he what?" Kaleb asks "when he raped me. It's kinda a long story." I say looking down embarrassed.

Kaleb checks the time "ugh 4:10. Well I should get back to work. You can stay and I can drive you home if you want?" he asks "I don't wanna go home." I say. He nods his head "just stay until 6. That's when I get off. We can stay for another hour and talk, okay?" he asks "okay!" I say smiling.

I finish feeding Miles and I lay him down on his tummy. I take my jacket off and put it under his head so he can use it as a pillow. Shortly after he falls asleep and I grab my book from the bag.

~ 1 1/2 hours later ~

I turn the page just as Kaleb sits down "wow it's already 6!" I laugh. I look and Miles and he's still sleeping "so story time." Kaleb says "okay so....."

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So this is all for now! I will pick up where I left off! So ya I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Peace✌✌✌✌✌

Bye B-E-Autifuls💖💖💖💖💖

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