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The concrete was slick with rain and the lights of the city reflected back. The mirrored images blurred together, hiding the secrets this town really held. Looking down into the puddled raindrops, it was a beautiful sight.
Green, yellow, red.
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Some days, I didn't want to get out of bed. Well, it wasn't exactly that I didn't want to, but that everything in my body was telling me not to. My brain wanted sleep, my arms and legs felt almost as heavy as my heart. It felt like I could sleep for days.
But something always had me dragging myself out of the house every day. And no, it wasn't hope, or happiness, friendship, love, sunshine, or whatever else other people used as motivation. I envied those people. No, for me, it was hate.
This house was solitude at night, and prison during the day. I spent the time that I had to here, for sleep, but I'd never willingly be here otherwise. Not with two shitty excuses for foster parents who only used me for the money they got from the system.
When I stuck around long enough for them to notice me, they could never resist the opportunity to make me feel completely worthless. It was only once every six months, when my social worker showed up, that they pretended to be the perfect caregivers.
So even though every part of my body wanted to curl into a ball and wrap my thin blanket around me for warmth, I still got up out of bed. Even though I knew I'd be walking into a world that didn't want me, I'd find more love there than here.
I was up before the sun, with light just beginning to brighten the sky as much as it could when it was filled with clouds. There was a cold chill in the air that always came after the rain. And it was always raining.
I made my way to the bus stop and waited for the minutes to tick by. My backpack was light since all of my books were piled up in my locker at school. School, for me, was farther away. With a lot of convincing, I managed to get myself a spot in a school outside of this district. I did everything I could to get as far away from this neighborhood as possible.
After a thirty-four minute ride on public transit, I stepped off and walked the remaining distance to my high school. My favorite place. Everyone was nice to me there. They knew who I was, but didn't really know me. There was something comforting about that.
