I quickly decided to take a walk. Just to get away for a while. I slipped on my sperrys, a leather jacket and beanie and walked out the door paying close attention to the steps, so that I don't trip. I put my headphones on and put on my sad playlist, which consists of mostly Michel Buble and a couple other of my favorite singers. As I walk I can feel the cold, crisp air bite at my face. Sooner then I expected, my nose was getting cold and my finger tips were seemingly numb. I didn't know what to do. I certainly did not want to go back home, because of my "parents." I walk for a mile more until I cannot feel my limbs. I walk in the front door and slip off my shoes and walk upstairs. I see my parents on the couch watching TV as they stare at me. I roll my eyes and continue walking. I can assure you they will bring me down for another talk.
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FanfictionAs a young girl grows up she realizes she needs to meet the boys who saved her life. While have trouble with life at home.
