words can't explain it

I sat in the dark alley I have practically lived in since I was born. My mum just died, she was stabbed trying to get away with some guys wallet…I know that sounds bad but we live on the streets in New Jersey that’s our life. All we do is try to last another day. The police got involved and they got me a social worker. They said they would find someone, but what person wants to take in a homeless kid who shoplifts and has a criminal record because of it. “This is the ally they were always in” I heard the voice of my social worker. Oh no, she found someone…I hope it’s not some creep. My dad is still out there but he doesn’t want me. He’s the reason me and my mom were living on the streets anyways. He abandoned me and her and my grandparents kicked my mom out. “Do you think she will hate me” said an unfirmiler voice. “No she’s a very kind girl...deep down,shes been raised to be tough and to hate men she has a criminal record but its only from trying not to starve to death” said my social worker as she neared the dumpster I was behind. “Ebony?” my social worker called out “I’m here” I said getting up from behind the dumpster. “Ebony” the unfirmiler man mumbled “I had almost forgotten what we named you” the man said smiling. He looked about 5’11 he had brown and blond hair, it was slicked back. He wore a hoddie and a pair of jeans. He looked normal. “Who are you” I asked shyness in my voice he walked closer and put a hand on my shoulder and looked down at me with loving eyes. Kind of like what my mom used to do. “I’m your dad” he said smiling. My dad… anger and rage filled me and I stepped backwards “get away from me” i said in the most intimidating tone I could muster. “wha-what” he asked confusion now forming on his face. “You’re the reason we were here! You abandoned us! You’re the reason she’s dead!” I yelled tears streaming down my face “Mikey you don’t have to take her if you-“ my dad cut my social worker off “no I want her” he said in a happy tone… how could he be happy! “Come on ebony lets go then!” my social worker said in a happy tone. “There is no way I will go with him” I mumbled standing still as my social worker and my dad stopped and turned around “come on it will get you off the streets and you’re his daughter for crying out loud! Come on and garb you stuff” she said in a chirpy tone “I don’t have stuff” I said venom dripping from my voice as I started walking. “Ebony!” my best friend Isaac called out as he ran towards me and warped me up in his arms “are you leaving?” he asked “yeah” I said squeezing him tightly “I love you and I will never forget you” he said looking at me “I love you to” I responded. I leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. Mikey smirked as I walked back over to him. “Ebony you will be living in LA now” my social worker said as I got into the passenger seat of my dads car. “ok” I said looking down, “are you ready” my dad asked “yeah” I said looking out the window.

*6 hours later in LA*

The plan had landed about 30 minutes ago and me and my dad were now in his girlfriend’s car driving to his house. “so Ebony it must have been nice not going to school” he perky girlfriend Leah said. “I went to school” I said shooting daggers at her “oh…well what about boys do you have any boy friends?” she asked “no…” I said in a sad tone remembering the boy I left behind. “Well then who was that boy with the brown hair who you kissed when we were leaving?” my dad asked “that was Isaac he’s my best friend and I kissed him on the cheek it doesn’t count as anything” I said looking out the window. “You like him!” my dad yelled and swerved the car almost killing us. “No!” I said blushing but still trying to be tough.

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