the move

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jess is an 18 year old foster child, pushed out of her home to live in meadowlands. but on the journey she encounters a bully, and is forced against her will to meet the Bully

Submitted: February 11, 2017

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The Move

Jess heard a bang. Her spine shivered, waking her chilled body. She knew they would visit her, but she didn't think it would be this soon. Nevertheless, they were here. Eyes squinted, she peeked through the keyhole, then she took a deep breath, put on her faded brown dressing gown, and opened the door. She had never been so afraid of one of her bullies. All of her memories came back to her, of all the things she'd done, as she reluctantly moved herself outside.

"Come on dear, it can't be that bad in Meadowlands." Jess' foster mum told her as they were driving to the station.
"There are terrorists mum. Terrorists!"
"Why do you read that c... rubbish newspaper anyway? You should spend your job money on something better, like a new phone." She changed the subject quickly.
"Still, I don't see why I have to go."
"We're your foster parents honey, you have to leave home once your eighteen, social services demands it."
Social services, the one thing Jess hated more than her dad. They bossed them around, gave them less than the living wage to live on (or at least that's what it felt like to her) and ignored THEIR demands. 

"NEXT STATION IS MEADOWLANDS, MEADOWLANDS STATION." Jess awoke and sleepily dragged her suitcase to the station. 
"Hey. Pretty girl!" hearing a shout in her direction, she instinctively turned her head to see a bulky gangsta, twice her size. Looking forward, she kept walking, quicker than before, but not too obviously. 
"Hey, hey... "he kept on annoying her.
"WHAT!" as she spun round she accidentally hit him in the face. The last thing she heard was, you'll pay for that, and then the world went black.

"You have two hours to make this up to me or else!" Jess was still half unconscious and didn't dare to question the man's "or else" statement. She woke up and had no idea where she was. There was a note on the table. "Get me back my £100 or else!" 
Jess was stunned, she reached into her coat pocket and felt... nothing!
"My phone!" A distant buzz awoke her from her daydream and she saw a phone on the floor, ringing. "It must be someone's." she thought to herself. "Hello Jess, it' me." She recognised the bully's voice immediately. "Get the money and I will be there soon." Jess went to the bank, hoping for success.
"What do you mean you can only lend me £50! I need this money, please."
"Sorry ma'am, we've had too many people not paying us back, we can't afford to loose any more!" 
She had her money her mum gave her but that was it! She'd lost her credit card in the accident. 

So here she was confronted by grown men. "Where is it!"
"This is all I have, I'm sorry," 
She heard a siren, a shout, and voices and Jess was away from them, safe at last.
 


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