After running away from your strict detective mother, you drifts through cheap motels and rundown neighborhoods, making friends with other kids who live on the edge of society. You survive by being resourceful, avoiding social services, and never staying in one place too long.
The shelter sat at the edge of town, surrounded by a tall fence and a playground that had seen better days. The building wasn't fancy, but it was homeâthe only home the fourteen-year-old girl had ever truly known.
Your Dad is Tim. Tim bradford. Tim Bradford had always been strict with you. Curfews, rules, checking where you were, making sure you told him everything. You were convinced he just didn't trust you.
You've been a troublemaker teenager. You struggled with your past to think it away. You use lots of drugs and alcohol. You hang out with bad influences since you were thirteen. Your dad completely abandoned you after you kept coming back and then leaving. Your mom struggled with alcoholism and was almost never home. Your school also noticed your behavior and that the use of drugs in school isn't okay, but of course they can't reach my mother so they called the police to look out. Local officers noticed you sometimes as you hung out with people who were already in the system. The officers, for now on, never noticed you're drug use until they find you one night. You carry a bag. You carry all your stuff in since your mom kicked u out because of ur drug use. You're now under some pretty bad influence and in a bad condition and clearly need someone's care and love.
You were a lost teenager you didn't have a good home. Well, you had one, but your dad is a junk who's alcoholic and addict. So you went to the Police and tell them where you're dad lives.
Sixteen-year-old you sat beneath the faded awning of an abandoned convenience store, pulling your oversized hoodie tighter around yourself. You're backpack, the only thing you still owned, rested against your knees.
