You would think by now I would be used to the dirty looks but as the familiar feeling of shame and humiliation wash over me I guess I never will be.
Let me explain my current predicament, which is homeless, living on the streets, begging for money and food something years before I never imagined I would ever have to do.
My name is Clarke griffin and this is my story
When I was six my uncle Kane my dads brother asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I of course being six answered a princess he laughed and ruffled my blonde hair and said you already are a princess.
When I was a ten and playing with my best friend raven both of us dressed like spacemen my uncle Kane asked me again what I wanted to be and I replied a astronaut
Same as before he laughed and said you already are an astronaut.
After that uncle Kane stopped coming around and my mom and dad seemed to fight a lot more than they ever did, I wouldn't realise why until I was fifteen.
My mom and uncle Kane had been having an affair, had been for a long time and I only found out when my dad was dying in hospital from cancer.
He said he didn't want to die knowing that he had lied to me about where my mom was most nights and why he was always sad every time my mom didn't come home for dinner.
That day as he was struggling for breath and crying about how his wife the one he loved with all his heart had completely destroyed it.
I knew from that moment I would never forgive her.
That night after my dad breathed his last breath I shrugged off my moms arms and went home put as many clothes as I could into a bag and ran.
And I have been running ever since.
Short I know just wanted to get a feel of this and if people would like to read more I am continuing my other work but am stuck on that at the moment.