Some characters are of my own invention some belong to the greatest writer on earth J. K. Rowling please excuse spelling mistakes
"Get out and stay out" her mom pushed her out for the last time. Her mom had snapped her key. It didn't matter though they would change the locks anyway. This time Angela had nowhere to go beaten and hungry she roamed the streets. Hours later she was exhausted and cold and hungry.
Angela looked around she was in a neighborhood she didn't know. She dragged herself over to a bench. It may be summer but it still got cold at night. She shivered.
She thought about why she had been kicked out. She had turned her mother's favorite vase into a pillow in midair. That was just one of the many strange things that happened to her. She was beaten every time too. Her mother called her a freak and her father would just scream and hit her. They both constantly reminded her she was a mistake.
She looked nothing like her father and for the longest time he would insist she couldn't be his. Secretly she hoped he wasn't and her real father would come and rescue her. She only looked like her mother because she had her mother's bright green eyes. Angela had greasy black hair that was greasey no matter how much she washed it. Not like she was allowed to be it anyway. Bathing something her parents had band her from doing after she made green slime come out of the shower when her father was in it. At least they blamed her for it she didn't see how she could do it when she had been sitting in her room.
The wind picked up and she shivered harder. Every part of her body hurt from when she had been beaten. She was badly bruised but it didn't seem like any bones where broken. Shivering she tried to think of where to go just as there was a loud crack of thunder and she felt a rain drop. She knew if she didn't find shelter soon she would die. She looked around as the rain started to pour harder. One house had a light on and she was drawn to it.
It took all of her energy to drag herself up the steps to the house. She knocked on the door. She heard someone get up and was walking to the door. The door opened and a man with long greasy black hair stood there looking at her with a scowl.
"What do you-"the man stopped when he saw her?
"Help me please sir" Angela shivered while saying it. The man slowly nodded and opened the door.
