Hello, my beauties! Yes yes, it's another.No, this isn't part of a series! But I hope you enjoy it all the same!The idea came to me in the shower?I know, all ideas come to you in the shower!I also have another story going: Spark which you should check out as well!Anyway, enjoy! Down-And-Out Prologue I'm invisible to them. They avoid my eyes. They don't want to look at me, or make eye-contact. If they so much as look at me for a second, they know. They know they have to, even if they don't want to. They forget that I know what it's like. That I know how it feels to be like them; to be on the other side. They forget that I'm just a normal being. A normal being that doesn't know where her next meal is coming from. A normal being who doesn't know what abuse she will face tonight. Will I be mugged? Beaten? Kidnapped? Will I be made to give my body to another man? The answer to that question: I will never know. Each day is the same as the one before. Each night is unpredictable. Where will I sleep? A doorway? A tube station? A tunnel? The answer to that question: I will never know. Will the culprit be drunk? Sober? Or just out of their mind? Again, I will never know. Because this is London. And the first rule of the streets: expect the unexpected. My name is Sammi. And this is my story. Yes, Sammi, you may fangirl!?Sorry this is so short; I couldn't think of anything more to add!DARN MY LACK OF IMAGINATION!?So, give FEEDBACK! I love feeback!
December 7th, 2011. One year ago. "Thank you," the woman said as I handed her the form I had just filled in. "It could take anything from six to twelve months to get back to you." Six months?! How am I going to survive six months on the streets? "And how will you contact me?" I ask, my head hung. "We will send you a letter in the post," she replies, then looks at the form. "But I see you haven't given us an address," "Oh, my mistake," is all I can say. I walk out of the doors of the Job Centre and onto the busy road. The smell from the car exhausts hits me like a ton of bricks, almost knocking me backwards. "But I see you haven't given us an address," The words replay in my head over and over again. I haven't got an address, I think, I haven't got anything. I close my eyes and think about how I got here. I think about my sisters, Shannon and Kayla. We're triplets, and can't seem to live without each other. Poor Shannon, she's the most sensitive. She's probably just as confused as I am. Anyway, let me tell you how I got here... ?Yes, I know it's short!Don't judge me!I'm too lazy at the moment!