Prolouge
"Get the fuck out of here!" Jared, my ex foster father snarled as he shoved me out of the front door "You're eighteen now which means my job is over".
"But I don't have anywhere to stay" I cried, nerviously looking back at the front door steps that were not far from where I was standing "Or money for food".
"Not my problem now, fag" Jared grunted "You can stave for all I care, just as long as you're not anywhere there me". He gave me a another hard shove, sending me falling down the front steps. I yelped in pain as I felt my head connect with the cold, hard concerete path. Seconds later, I felt something hit my back and I heard a heavy bang behind me as the front door was slammed shut. I slowly stood up and looked around, my head throbing painfully. Seeing my bag at my feet, I picked it up and put it on. With one last look at the closed front door, I sighed and started walking towards the fence gate.
"Oh, what am I going to do now?" I mumbled to myself as I pushed the rusted metal gate open "I've got no money, nowhere to stay, and no clue where to go". I looked down the long street, hoping for some idea of what to do, to suddenly appear. "First things first" I told myself "I gotta get the hell out of this shit hole".
Authors Note:
So this is a new fanfiction I'm writing. Please give it a read and tell me what you think! :)
All comments are welcome :3
~Nikki
