(A/N)- Okay, I had to write a very detailed little thing on a character I either created or knew very well for my English class to teach us how to describe things better so I chose to write mine on Shelby. This is really short and not very important but I figured that since I did it on a Higher Ground character, I should post it. So here is my little look on how Shelby was with in her first month or so on the streets.

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A very attractive, young woman, Shelby, was sitting on a dirty, cold, and hard street corner with her blonde hair messed up and crystal

clear tears falling from her baby blue eyes and her tan, formerly soft, skin was now rough. It wasn't long ago that her shiny, blonde hair

smelled like flowers that would have grown wild in a far away garden, but now it smelled like she had been living on the streets for days

with nothing to do but cry and think about her horrid life that caused her to detest her entire existence. The beauty was young in years,

having only been 16 years old, but Shelby had already survived more than most 40-year-old people have, since she had already

overcome a sexually abusive step-father and already had to live the terrible life of a prostitute in order to survive. But, Shelby wasn't

proud of herself for being strong enough to survive, instead she was disgusted with herself and felt like she could never come clean and

could never be rid of the life that was forced upon her. Shelby stood slowly up to her full, yet small, frame of 5'4 and did her best to

straiten her blood red, silk shirt and short, black skirt before she took her dirty hand and wiped her tear-stained face. The petite and

homeless Shelby started to slowly and steadily walk away from the corner of an alley that had been her home for the past four dark, cold

nights until a black, old, and rusty car pulled up next to her and beckoned her to come into the old car with one white, yet obviously dirty,

hand. The blonde haired, blue eyed teenagers took in a deep breath through her nostrils, hoping that the breath would be relaxing and

would calm her nerves, but it didn't, instead she breathed in oil and gas from the old, trashy, and probably leaking, car. The nervous

Shelby raised her hand, that was trembling with nervousness, fear and disgust for was she was about to commit herself to do, opened the

squeaky passenger door and slid her small body onto the seat while closing her eyes, dreading what she was about to do...