There was a girl named nala she grew up in the suburbs,her dad was abusive her mom had died when she was born, nala's dad blamed her for her death nala didn't have any friends because she looked dirty but she never told anyone she was abused she was so scared her dad would get angrier than he already is and that kept her from telling anyone her dad was abusive. Her dad was always drunk and he did drugs nala knew she had to escape.
When her dad would beat her she sang to calm him and sometimes it worked one day a boy her age was walking by and heard her screaming in pain and trying to sing to calm her dad The boy knocked on the door and nala's dad threw her at the door.
Nala opened the door and ran out as fast as she could she stopped when the boy grabbed her hand she said let go I have to get away before he catches me. The boy said let me help you he brought her to his home.
The boys name was zach he was from a different part of town see nala lived in a bad part of town and Zach he was rich.
Now he's my best friend...... and I am so thank full for him.
