I know, I know, nothing to do with the true line of Godfather. But, this is my version. It's FANfiction, so it doesn't have to be perfect. So, this is my story.
It's my 14th birthday and I am living on the streets with 2 homeless people. How did this happen? Oh yeah, a week ago…
I had just gotten into another argument with my father about how me never listens to me. I had stepped out of line, saying he loved his job more then me and my mother. I would usually get yelled at and sent to my room. This time, I got punched in the face. I bolted up to my room and locked the door. I was so scared. My mind was racing and my head was throbbing. I had to get out of there. I packed a single bag of money, some food, and some extra things. I opened the window and climbed out.
I ran until I couldn't run anymore. That was when I felt the cold. I didn't put on a coat. I was still in my band attire. Where could I go? None of the kids in my band would take me. They'd be harboring a run away. It wasn't my style to ask for help anyway.
Sisters? No. They were both in Alaska visiting our grandfather. My father is in the police force, so all of the officers knew me. I had to fix that.
I went to the store and bought a pair of scissors and a jacket. I cut my hear short and put on the jacket. I left a letter at Erica's (the band president) door and ran off.
It said that I was sorry but I was going to miss the Christmas Concert. After that, I went into town and fell asleep next to a pile of boxes.
My name is Sophie and I am now homeless.
I know; there's nothing about her stabbing her dad and she's not in band in the show, nor does she have sisters. This is my spin-off. Deal with it!
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