Nowhere to Go

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Maybe it is just the way the wind blew, or the faint noise of snow falling to the ground, but it was cold. It was freezing. I hugged my knees and wrapped the one blanket I had tightly around my feet. Out of my WHOLE body, my feet were the coldest, even though they were the most wrapped up! New York was a bad place to be a homeless teen.

 I moved out here with my parents 5 years ago, when I was 11. Mom and Dad had gotten divorced, and they decided that the best plan for the whole family was to send me to my Great Aunt Rose's house. No way was I going to live with her!! I ran away, hoping to find somewhere to stay, but I didn't have much luck. I was stuck on the side of the streets, which would be my home for the next 5 years. 

Thunder cracked and made me jump, I was a bit frightened. Rover snuggled in closer next to me, trying to keep his furry body warm. I felt real bad for him. A brown, large dog, with icicles hanging from his legs. I unraveled the blanket from my feet and scooted him in next to me. Mom had given him to me as a birthday present when I was 10. Rover had stood by me ever since.

Cars zoomed past us, sending a breeze making Rover and I even colder. But, we were pretty used to it. New York is freezing cold in the winter. On top of that, all the cars that rush by send wind so fierce, we freeze for a second every time. 

Sometimes, rich teens walk past and show me their new fancy bags, and their cute black shoes. And it makes me sad. I realize, i'm just a homeless, helpless teen, with nowhere to go.