A girl in an abusive household gets tired of living in fear. She turns to drugs/Alcohol. She does something she would regret for the rest of her life. She tries to runaway from her past and meets a girl on the way...
*DISCLAIMER* this is my first bo...
(A/n I being forced against my will to write this ✌🏽😌🔫)
(Penelopes pov) 7 weeks later...
Right now, it's 2:08 am. I can't sleep. The I'm probably getting back pains from the concrete. We might as well visit the homeless shelter downtown. Anyways, yes we are still homeless, yes we got the job. WE GOT THE DAMN JOB! Finally, we get to have some type of money. We are down to just over $3,000. No, Billie doesn't know. But I do. So. When she wakes up I'll tell her, we start the day after tomorrow.
Couple of hours later...
It's now 12:00 pm. She's finally fucking awake. Anyways. I think I'll tell her now.
I watch as she rubs her eyes. She's so cute in the morning. Then again, she's always cute. "Yo. We got the job." She's still half asleep. "What?"
"We. Got. The. Job!"
"YES! FUCKING FINALLY!"
They haven't responded in like 928492 years. Okay maybe it's just been a few weeks. I tend to be over dramatic. Anyways,
"We start Tuesday. At 8am!" I say trying to match her excitement. It's clearly not working out.
"Well, did we get the apartment?"
Oh shit. I forgot about that. I turn on my phone and quickly check my email.
(A/n liv is talking about how hot Annabel is)
"We got the apartment to! It's actually pretty cheap! For such a nice apartment!"
The apartment:
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