Christmas Miracle (Title pending, any other ideas?)
Prologue
There's a wild wind blowing,
Down the corner of my street,
Every night there the headlights are glowing,
There's a cold war coming,
On the radio I heard;
Baby it's a violent world.
Life in technicolour ii, Coldplay
Alice knew the childcare system well, the Government pretend that they care; shoving you in carehomes, feeding you the bare minimum in cheap food, and providing you with donated clothes. They wait until you turn 18, where they give you £100 to "get you started," as a more formal way of saying; "You've used enough of our money, take this and get lost."
So it was how Alice found herself in a shabby one-bedroom flat, on the wrong street in the wrong part of town. She had no relatives to stay with, she knew that much, otherwise she wouldn't have spent the last 16 years of her life in children's homes. She had hardly any friends, only mere acquaintances and it would be too much for her to ask them to let someone like her stay with them, anyway. Alice sighed, flopping down onto the sofa that had its filling spilling out onto the dirty floor. She realised that it was the end of November, which was probably the reason why her flat was so cold, but she hardly noticed these things anymore. She also realised that is meant it was nearly Christmas.
Alice would be alone this Christmas.
Being alone was the only thing Alice was good at these days.
Comments? Shall I continue? I do have the story planned out, anyone interested in me continuing? There will be a small segment inspired by/based on the film Elf. Thankies :) x