Les Twins' Princess

Just the Beginning

* Picture is of Chloe's new shoes.*

Chloe's pov ~

The day has finally come, after almost two years of saving up I finally have enough money to get myself some Nike's. I've been eyeing a certain pair for what seems like an eternity and finally after much saving and working my little butt off I can actually get them. With me being homeless and all, I'm quite proud of myself with this accomplishment. Let me explain, I am a 14 year old homeless person.

Yeah I know, shocker isn't it.

Well let's just say my mom didn't deserve the award for 'world's best mom', actually she wasn't much a mother at all. All I really remembered about her was that she drank and did drugs, a lot. I couldn't tell you one good memory I had of my mother, because she was never around. She was always leaving me with her friends or leaving me at home so she could spread her legs on the streets or get high with one of the neighborhood thugs. To put it lightly she was basically our town crack whore, that just so happened to get knocked up by accident by one of her clients, that's where I come in.

My name's Chloe Michelle George, and I've been homeless ever since I was 11 years old. I'm very mature for my age, I have to be. I've basically lived by myself my whole life, so it was either learn how to fend for myself or die. So while kids my age were living life care free and playing outside with their friends I was out trying to find ways to feed myself and get myself by. Even when I stayed out of my mother's way and never bothered her with anything she still told me I was unwanted every time she got the chance. Telling me that I ruined her body with stretch marks and that I made her gain weight, my so called mother would sit in front of me smelling of sex and heroin and say how much of a screw up I was. That I was nothing but a mistake, a worthless excuse of a human being. All this was said to me everyday since I was 3 till the age of 11, the age where I grew enough balls to up and leave my mother. It was actually extremely easy to let go of my mother, to just one day forget about her, like she never even existed. Maybe it was the fact that she was never truly a mother to me or the fact that I felt no love towards the women, sure she had the title of my mother but since day one love had never been one of the emotions I've felt for her.

So with a duffle bag and a blanket I threw myself into the big world sleeping in park slides, on park benches, or under bridges. The homeless life was a lot easier for me, not having to worry about anyone other than myself. Living life how I wanted too without someone constantly reminding me that I was a mistake, worthless, and pathetic.

However that all changed when I met Ms. Kathy. Kathy was a kind lady, always putting others before herself. She was a beautiful French lady with long dark brown natural curly hair, hazel eyes that always seemed to twinkle, a smile that would bring any man to his knees, and a personality like no other. All in all she was a dime, Kathy could be a model without a doubt and was an angel sent from above. Ms. Kathy found me dancing in the streets one day and offered my free dance lessons, at first I declined her offer but after nearly an hour of her nagging me I caved and said yes. Looking back on it now it was one of the best decisions I've ever made in my entire life, not only did she teach me to dance but she also home schooled me. Everyday after dance lessons we would sit down in the middle of her studio and she would teach me, Kathy was such a good teacher that at the age of 12 I had graduated high school.

Over and over I told Kathy that I was willing to pay her, but every time without hesitation she would say no to any form of payment that I offered her. Saying that she wasn't doing this for a reward, but to make sure I got far in life. Kathy had a heart of gold, so the fact that I've been lying to her for the past three years made me feel like shit. Whenever she offers to take me home or asks me where my mom is I don't know what to say to her, what am I supposed to tell her? "Oh, my mom is the town crack whore so I don't see her, or that I ran away when I was 11 and she didn't even bother to look for me?" Yeah I'd rather not go through that process.