There are comments from 2016, from when I started this book. They may not make sense since I changed how I wrote them back in 2019. Felt as though I should say that.
Also, if you find mistakes, please don't be afraid to point them out. I'll try to fix it whenever I have time.
Kindness POV.
Three years.
Twenty days.
Lots of hours.
This is how long I've been with Jimmy. With every home that I go to, things get worse and worse. Homelessness would be a better option. It is the better option. I should run away.
I did run away.
Two times.
Each time I was at a different home...
...but they found me.
They brought me back.
They won't listen.
They wouldn't try to understand.
They say if I leave again, I'll be sent to juvenile something... I wasn't paying attention. I should have. My rap sheet is very long, and I'm already labeled a bad kid.
One more mistake, and I'm gone for good.
You would think that's a good thing.
I was thrilled...
...but I found out that place is way worst than my current predicament.
I cannot wait until I'm old enough to escape this hell hole. Just a few more months and I'm out...
I scrubbed and scrubbed until my skin was beet red. I sat down in the shower and stared blankly at the shower head.
I hate people.
They hate you too.
I hate life.
Life hates you too.
I hate myself.
Everyone hates you too.
The water was getting cold. My fingers were wrinkly. Are you ready to get out?
No. Yes. No.
I stayed a little longer. I wasn't in any rush... there was a bang on the door.
"Hurry up before I drag you out of there!" He'll have to break down the door first, hence it's locked. I chucked.
Without replying, I got out of the shower and ended up staring at myself in the mirror for about fifteen minutes. As I said, I wasn't in any rush. I looked into the mirror and glared at my appearance.
I'm a toast almond color, with a scare running through my eyeball. I have dull-brown eyes; a skinny frame; damaged, inch past my shoulder-length hair, and I'm 5'7.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"What is taking you so got dam long?! Hurry the hell up!" I rolled my eyes and slowly began to dry off. As I said, I'm not in a hurry. I put on my clothes and place my hand on the knob.
Are you ready to walk out? No. Yes. No. Yes. I walked out into the hallway.
He was standing there... angrily.
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Why So Cruel
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