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~chapter two: Just a 'normal' day~

I woke up to the sound of cars beeping and screaming children. I covered my ears with my hands and groaned to myself and stood up, trying to ignore the agonising pain in my back from sleeping on the dreaded cold, wooden floor of my house.

I stretched out my back and yelled in pain as I heard a satisfying 'crack' sound coming from it. I brushed off the dust on my ripped, worn-out jeans and my stained white top. I sighed and smiled to myself. "Time for breakfast" I mumbled, walking out of my home.

I walked along the street and grinned as I saw a familiar restaurant sign 'merde alimentaire' (1)

I quickly sneaked around the people eating their breakfast and ran to the back of the restaurant. I stopped when I reached a large trashcan. I opened it willingly and rummaged through.

I brought out a half eaten bread roll and a small piece of chocolate cake. I happily gobbled down the generous amount of food and wiped my mouth clean with the back of my hand.

I stood up and glanced at myself in the window of the restaurant. I looked like a mess. My face was covered in mud, scars, scabs and dirt. It didn't look attractive.

My hair was incredibly greasy and in a bad condition, half of it was tied up in a messy bun.

I sighed and walked around to the front of the restaurant. I looked through the doors of the restaurant, making sure nobody was near the door.

After waiting a couple of minutes I quickly opened the door of the restaurant and ran into the girls toilets.

I locked the doors behind me and turned to the sink. I sighed as I turned on the tap and splashed water all over my face.

I rubbed away the dirt and grime from my skin. I then, went onto my hair. I pulled it from the bun and let it hang down to my shoulders. I ran my fingers through it, trying to untangle it as much as possible. I finished by sticking my head under the tap and washing my hair.

I looked in the mirror and smiled at my improvement. I sighed and dried most of my hair under the hand dyer in the bathroom. It curled on the ends naturally.

I smiled and made my way out of the restaurant, getting glares on my way out. I looked around and rubbed my hands on my arms to keep them warm.

"Move it, kid" AA large, bearded man mumbled as he pushed past me, knocking me over.

I glared at him as he walked off "I'm not a kid!" I yelled after him.

"Go to school" he yelled while grinning at me.

I rolled my eyes "Get a job!" I screamed back.

He huffed and stormed off. I smirked to myself and pulled myself up from the ground.

I rubbed myself off and let out a deep sigh.

I groaned as I felt a drop of water hit my forehead. I pulled my shirt down lower and walked over to a doorway and sat on the step.

I rested my head on the wall behind me and sighed as I watched the rain pick up speed and bounce off the floor.

I began humming quietly to myself.

I woke up to a horrible stench of alcohol. I looked down to the floor and saw a man, passed out with a bottle in his hand, the same man who told me to go to school.

I scoffed and sat up from my spot. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and tried getting around his huge body. His eyes opened at my sudden movement.

"You again?!" he screeched, obvious the alcohol still roaming in his system.

"I was here first, fatty" I spat and stood up straight.

He huffed and sat up, glaring at me. "That's no why for a young lady to talk!" he yelled.

I smirked "I don't give a shit about being a lady, I'm starving, I'm almost homeless and I have no friends or family. Oh, and I'm also 17. So, I don't think I need lessons on 'how to be a lady' from someone like you" I hissed.

His glare deepened, making me stand up. He took the bottle to his hands and threw it at me. I ducked and it smashed on the wall behind me.

"Get out of here, kid!" he screamed.

I did as I was told and ran back to the only place I knew. 'home'

I ran past everyone, not bothering to ask them to move. I felt tears forming in my eyes. I pushed past the crowds until I reached the old, forgotten street.

I sprinted to my house and ran around the back, I opened the door that was handing by almost a thread and slammed it shut, causing it to break off.

"Fuck!" I cussed and collapsed onto the floor. I let my head hit the cold floor with a strong impact. I closed my eyes and imagined being next to my mom and dad again.

I found myself singing the song that my mom use to sing to me every night when I was younger.

Talk to me softly

There's something in your eyes

don't hang your head in sorrow

And please don't cry

I know how you feel inside

I've been there before

Something's changed inside

And don't you know (2)

I hid my face in my hands and sobbed into them while remembering memories where it was just me, my mom and my dad. Just us, against the world.

I stopped myself from crying and wiped my red cheeks.

I felt my jeans rip as I stood up again. I chewed on my lip as I inspected the rip. I ran my finger over the hole and groaned.

"Fucking brilliant" I mumbled while grabbing my black worn-out jacket from the side. I walked out of now, hole in the wall where the door used to hang.

I stormed my way back into the middle of town.

I stopped as I reached the closest clothes store. I pulled the hood from my jacket over my head and entered the store. I quickly took the nearest pair of jeans near me and another shirt this time in black.

I kept my head down as I entered the change rooms I took off my shirt and replaced it with the new one. I replaced my jeans soon after and threw my old clothes to the back of the stall. I put my jacket back on and quickly walked towards the door. I felt my heart race as the store alarm sounded. I ran through the door and down the street, I heard footsteps behind me, getting closer.

I quickly placed myself between a couple and let the person run off in front of me. I smirked and turned around bumping into someone.

"Gotcha' little bitch" they said grabbing my arm. I looked up to see the store owner. Shit.

To me, this was a normal day.

(1): I really don't think any restaurant would be named 'crap food' in French...

(2): Don't cry - guns n roses.