Hope's P.O.V.
Imagine this. Living life on the run from an abusive family. Hiding in ally ways and getting beat up from kids who think you are pathetic because you can't speak. That's my life. Oh...sorry. I haven't introduced myself to you yet. Sorry. I'm Hope Dreams. I'm 16 and I live on the streets. I have ragged blonde hair that is split at the ends, dull green eyes that have lost the joy that once shined brightly, torn clothes that are way too big for me, and, not to mention, I am super skinny from lack of nutrition. Now, you probably are confused on this. You see, I-
My small ragged notebook, that I have had for years, was ripped from my frail hands. I looked up to see a group of kids, wearing clothes that seemed to fit royalty. …show more content…
The one in front cracked his knuckles. His name was Shawn. His family owned a very important industry business. Two of his goons walked to me and grabbed my arms, restraining me from defending myself. Shawn walked close to me and grabbed my face, inspecting me. My normally dull eyes showed fear, which made them light up like a deer in headlights. He smirked and let his rough hand fall to his side.
"You know," He said, the smirk not leaving his face, "Its a shame you're a worthless rat. If you actually had a rich family, guys would be all over you."
I struggled against the arms restraining me, but I couldn't move. Shawn cracked his knuckles again, pulling his arm back and aiming at my face. In horror, I tried to escape, but the attempt was futile. I closed my eyes in fear when I felt the impact. A crack was heard as my head rammed into the ground, the hands no longer supporting me. My jaw started to hurt, when I felt something come in contact with my ribs. I lost all the air in my lungs as I was being kicked repeatedly. Dark spots started to cloud my vision as I was slipping in and out of consciousness.
Suddenly, a voice rang out. "Hey! Leave her
Imagine this. Living life on the run from an abusive family. Hiding in ally ways and getting beat up from kids who think you are pathetic because you can't speak. That's my life. Oh...sorry. I haven't introduced myself to you yet. Sorry. I'm Hope Dreams. I'm 16 and I live on the streets. I have ragged blonde hair that is split at the ends, dull green eyes that have lost the joy that once shined brightly, torn clothes that are way too big for me, and, not to mention, I am super skinny from lack of nutrition. Now, you probably are confused on this. You see, I-
My small ragged notebook, that I have had for years, was ripped from my frail hands. I looked up to see a group of kids, wearing clothes that seemed to fit royalty. …show more content…
The one in front cracked his knuckles. His name was Shawn. His family owned a very important industry business. Two of his goons walked to me and grabbed my arms, restraining me from defending myself. Shawn walked close to me and grabbed my face, inspecting me. My normally dull eyes showed fear, which made them light up like a deer in headlights. He smirked and let his rough hand fall to his side.
"You know," He said, the smirk not leaving his face, "Its a shame you're a worthless rat. If you actually had a rich family, guys would be all over you."
I struggled against the arms restraining me, but I couldn't move. Shawn cracked his knuckles again, pulling his arm back and aiming at my face. In horror, I tried to escape, but the attempt was futile. I closed my eyes in fear when I felt the impact. A crack was heard as my head rammed into the ground, the hands no longer supporting me. My jaw started to hurt, when I felt something come in contact with my ribs. I lost all the air in my lungs as I was being kicked repeatedly. Dark spots started to cloud my vision as I was slipping in and out of consciousness.
Suddenly, a voice rang out. "Hey! Leave her