I continued to watch as all the people rushed back
and forth around me. Some woman came up to me and I looked at
her. She asked me if I wanted some coffee. She held a coffee pot
close to me. I slapped it out of her hands and cried. She asked
what was wrong.
"Coffee was my mother's favorite drink, she died when
I was five and that's when my father started abusing me." I
looked at her and saw tears in her eyes.
"How old are you sweetie?" She asked me and you could
tell she had a plan.
"I'm fifteen." I said watching her every move.
She stood up and I watched her walk over to a man in
a suit. They sat there talking and you could tell they were
talking about me. I watched them closely and saw the man shake
his head yes. The woman walked back over to me.
"Hey my name is Abigail, do you want to come home
with me instead of sitting here in this rat hole." She reached
her hand out for me to grab.
"Yes that would be amazing." I said smiling and
grabbing her hand. We walked out the door to a green Chevy truck.
I sat in the passenger seat and she asked me about myself.
"Well I have been writing songs since I was three." I
said having a good time. Maybe my life might get better.
"Oh can you sing any for me." She said looking at me
with a desperate look to get home and show me around.
"Tomorrow I can, but do you think we can stop by my
house I have some stuff I would like to get." I said looking at
"Tomorrow!" She said joking around but she still
meant it. I then fell asleep slowly on the window.
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