Chapter 6. Kicked Out

My heart was thundering in my chest and I was trying to figure out what I was going to do, but I had no idea. My things were lying on the grass, scattered almost everywhere.

I could go and get them, but then where would I go? 

I think if I could just talk to my mom and beg her, she would forgive me and let me stay. She may treat me twice as bad than she usually does, for weeks, but that would be better than being homeless.

I swallowed hard, trying my best to calm myself down. I took in a deep inhale and then exhaled deeply too. I ran my hand through my hair and pulled my dress lower even though it was not even that short.

It was right above my knees. It was the shortest thing I have worn, but compared to the other girls, it was basically a gown.

I wiped the tears from my face and made my way to the front door, fear suffocating me slowly. Once I was there, I knocked lightly before trying to see if it was locked.

I twisted the cold doorknob and realiz