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Lost Girl 2 Abbie Angel
Hi, it's Abbie again. This is more of my story about a lost angel, me. I knew that when I had to run away from home, it wasn't gonna be easy and it is not. I watched movies about runaways for a long time before I ran away so I would know about things to expect, all the bad things. Most of the time I am hungry, scared and lonely, because I can't trust anybody but God. I pray to Mary, Mother of Jesus. I ask Mary to take care of me and help me to make the right decisions about things, and to stay honest. I get so hungry sometimes that I tried eating leaves and things, but that don't work. I can't trust men because they will fool you to get sex from you. When I washed up in the gas station about a week ago a man was hanging around outside and said hi to me when I passed. I just nodded. Then he asked if I wanted him to take me somewhere.
i just kept walking and the man followed me. I know that girls get raped and killed because people are just mean and I was real nervous about it. He asked me if I wanted to make a litle money and I just ran into the restaurant where other people were. I sat down in a booth away from the windows so I could see him and he couldn't see me. He hung around outside, smoking a cigarette and then left. He looked a little like my stepdad and I didn't leave the restaurant for a long time. I ordered a soda and toast because that's all I could afford. When people would get up and leave, I got the leftovers off their tables before they would clean it.
I think of my real dad alot at night when its quiet and I cry. Dad and me had good times together when we were a happy family. I pray to God and I ask him why he let daddy die but I don't get answers. My dad would take me fishing and to the zoo and art museums. We would go to church on Sundays, me, dad and mom. Now I go to church at night mostly, to keep warm. I have to stay in the shadows and leave when people stare too long at me. I miss my dad. I hope I can tell kids my age not to ever run away from home and live like I am. The weather's mostly warm and sometimes I sleep in train cars or under bridges, way up in the corner where nobody can see me. I have a picture of me and my real dad that I look at when I am so lonely at night. One day I saw a man going through one of those old dumpsters they put behind places and he found bread to eat. He also carried water in a milk jug. I looked in a dumpster once and found a box of twinkies, half a bag of Frito chips and Wonder bread. I go in dumpsters just before I have to leave and find another city. I hate my life but I can't do anything about it. I get money different ways. I walk past soda pop machines, pay phones and stuff like that and sometimes find money around playgrounds. I am too young to get a real job anywhere so I have to live on the streets, away from people because they will want to hurt me or take me to one of those shelters or foster home that I wouldn't like.
Well, I have to go now.
Abbie Angel
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