Once i finally reached the inside of this place I called home I sat at the table that I found on the side of the road and emptied out my bag to see what I can eat tonight for dinner. I’m surprised no one knows or has said anything to anyone about me living here. If people find out I’ll probably get kicked out or even worse. I looked through the pile of crap laid out on the table. “hmm.” I said to myself. There was a can of peas, a half full vitamin water, and a cold slice of pizza. I decided to go with the pizza and vitamin water. A little bit of it was bitten off, but I didn’t give a flying fuck I’m fucking starving. It was wrapped up in a plastic bag so it’s not that gross. This pizza actually taste really good. This is the first time in a while I’m actually really enjoying one of my meals. Once I finished my food, I walked over to where I had a bed set up. This place wasn’t too bad to be honest. This house had a fire I think and now no one lives here anymore. No one came to re build the house, or even try to sell it. I think the town just might end up knocking it down but I don’t think any time soon. So I’ll just stay here until that day comes. When I first found this place not everything was wrecked. I just have to watch out for some spots on the floor and there are lots of holes in the walls, but there is still a bed here and some chairs. It’s definitely better than sleeping on the streets or on a pile of garbage bags. I sat up in my bed and reached for the cigarette and a lighter I got off a man in town. I lit the cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke. I don’t smoke as much as I use to, but once in a while I need a drag. I sat up in bed and imagined life not being homeless. I imagine that I would be in college right now studying art or music. Maybe I would have a boyfriend. I would move into an apartment with him and we would sit on the couch and watch tv, go out, maybe go on road trips together. Than at the end of the day we would sit in bed together and talk about everything. His arms would be wrapped around me holding me close letting me know I was his and he was mine. We would sleep in an actual bed and eat actual food that we cooked ourselves and didn’t pick out of the garbage. Life would be so much better if I wasn’t homeless. But of course I had to end up with this life. If only I could re live the past, and undo the horrible mistakes I made. Maybe I would be living that lifestyle I fantasise. I put out my cigarette and laid down. My eyes soon became heavy and I drifted off to sleep.
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Homeless (Michael Clifford Fanfic)
Fanfiction18 year old Kayla has had a rough past that has lead her to become homeless. For the past year and a half life had been hard. Sleeping on streets, abandoned houses, and going through lists of pain and hard work to make little money for food. Her lif...
