Patricia's P.O.V.

It was a typical day. My dad's a drunk sleeping in his room, like every day after my mother's death. Silently I packed all his belongings and money which had not been deprived by father. Quietly opened the door and went out. Maybe need to say ran away? Now, I do not know ...


I walked down the street and then started to rain. Today's weather perfectly matched my mood. I walked until I reached the bus stop. Jump on first bus arrived and paid the money started to run. I traveled to the center of London, far away from your home. After half an hour already standing in the middle of London. I did not know where to go and what to do. I did not have the money, spent it all on a journey. So I started to work in all kinds of nasty work of which even I do not want to talk ..


I lived for 2 weeks and one day me smiled at "happiness.'' Lane met in one of the same teenagers who had fled from the house. They took me with him, and learned to play the guitar. I lived with them for 3 weeks and we are playing in the streets. One day we are playing to our police car arrived. They ran away, and I was left. I do not know why, but I did not want to run. The policeman asked where I was from and where are my parents. And I told him a lie - I said that I do not have parents. I found myself in a children's home, and where I began my suffering and all the difficulties.

Notes

This is a first chapter of my story. I hope you like it