Sierra (on hold)

Sierra (on hold)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Dec 8, 2020
"Sierra" he said, i focused on him, "I'm not feeling okey" i whispered frowning and sit on the stair. "What are you feeling?" He asks and sit next to me holding me hand. I looked at them. I try to feel something, but, "nothing"..... -------- Sierra is 18 years old and lives under a little plastic roof shed on the street. She suffered from her foster mother all her life after her real father left her on a firefight house. Well I'm not talking about abuse, well not physical one anyway. Her 'mother' wanted to sell Sierra body on her 18 birthday. but Sierra had enough and run. She used all her savings to travel another city far away from 'home'. It took her 3 days on the roadways and she finally feel better. she didn't finish school and without a diploma or ID there wasn't a job that's pay enough. she had just three outfits. Two for work and one for sleeping. She didn't let herself buy new one. she must save the cash for an education. Sierra always wanted to explore anything she could possibly can.
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