Unknown girl

The girl lifted her head from her home on the street which was just
a couple of boxes holding the little possessions she ran away with when
she was abused by her parents. All she had was a little ornament, her
guitar and a few pairs of clothes and little change. She had been there
for a week and didn't want to go back to her horrible parents or go to
the police to report it. Her life had changed after her older sister
(the clever one) had died as the girl was very unclever and her parents
only liked her sister. Soon they took her death out on her, but she had
had enough. After her clock struck midnight she picked up her ancient
bag and slipped out of the door very quietly. She reckoned her parents
wouldn't have cared anyway. By day she played her guitair in her little
place on the street, but by night she would go to the local chippie to
get those savoury chips that she had always had on the Friday night at
her home. But now she used her money that she had collected and bought
a very small bag and a tiny cup of tea. Some people felt sorry for her
and offered her sandwiches or a fiver that she would try to make last
for ages and it usually did. She would never go back as she couldn't
face her tormentors and no one could make her. Sometimes men would
think she was a prostitute and offer her big notes but she had more
respect than that. If you see someone like her out there just stop and
consider yourself lucky for what you have and are not abused.