Closed collab between xkatieshepherd and me (DaneTrotter) :)
When a popular girl falls in love with a homeless person, can love know no bounds?
The cold wind bit at my skin, sending uncontrollable shivers down my spine. All I had was a pillow and a lantern, both of which would probably be stolen during the night. I closed my eyes, which moved willingly, and succumbed to sleep.
I would've dreamt of home and my happy family, if I'd had one. The one reason that I ran away at seventeen years old was that my parents hated me and I hated them. What was there for me there?