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Disclaimer - I don't own Camp Rock

No one cared for people like me.

Why would anyone care for people who hide in the alleys at night behind a dumpster waiting for the restaurant to throw out the left over's so they could eat the least bit to keep them alive? People who get beat up twice a day because they are unwanted, and it causes entertainment for the other person. People whose lives are meaningless and still carries someone else's life...A pregnant 15-year old living out in the streets...

I took a step forward and regretted it a second after I hit the hard concrete ground. It was 5am and it was the coldest and darkest night my frail body has ever come across. I was still searching for a little piece of rag, to keep me from freezing like I was now.

I gave up my search and sat down on the pavement trying to keep my eyes from shutting. If they did I would have a broken leg when I opened my eyes again –if I opened my eyes again. People don't usually step over me, when they can step on me and have a little laugh.

I thought about jumping off a cliff, or letting a truck hit me so many times, but that little beating heart inside of me was holding onto my life and seemed to scream at the thought of ever letting me go. It was only me...I was the one that wasn't selfish enough to kill two lives in one go.

Hours went past and the sun started to rise. I tried to enjoy the silence while it lasted, before my cries began and didn't stop until almost every person living in this city went home, lay down in their warm, cosy beds, put their heads on the cushiony and comfy pillow, and complained to themselves what a hard life they lived...they had no idea...

I'm 5 months pregnant and I'm shocked I still am, since I was pushed down the stairs daily, again for fun.

Sometimes I wasn't sure if I wanted to have that baby, and let it live a life like mine. How would I feed it when I couldn't even feed myself...?

My fingers were beginning to go numb when a little figure walked up to me and tapped me on the shoulder.

It was a little girl about the age of 8, with gorgeous long blond hair down to her waist, watery blue eyes, and a generous smile revealing a missing bottom tooth. She outstretched her hand and handed me a pink t-shirt. I looked down at it, but with a smile gave it back to her.

"It's yours"

She shook her head "t's my sisters and she doesn't know I took it"

I was about to tell her to go home and put it back where she found it, when the little girls mum came running up to her, and dragging her away, yelling not to talk to people like me and how worried she was when she couldn't find her and how she was going to be late for school.

I looked down at the t-shirt and spotted a familiar face on it. Red letters read 'Connect 3'.

As a new day began, and my life stayed the same, I slipped on the t-shirt and showed the whole world that even people like me knew who my brothers were...