Mini Maynard

Part 1- This is my life!

Belle's POV

Dear Nobody,

Another day on the streets, on my own. Well, that's just everyday life for me, isn't it? I'm going to have to change my sleeping spot; I had to hide from a group of drunk men last night. I was so scared! Turns out sleeping behind a club wasn't a good idea. All I wanted to do was go home and hug my family. But I can't; they abandoned me remember? Today marks four months since my parents threw me out the car, saying they never wanted to see me again. I still remember how empty I felt that day, and four months later I still feel the same.

See you tomorrow,

Belle

Now you may be a bit confused with my diary entry, so let's start at the beginning. Hi, i'm Belle Jensen, well my full name is Isabelle Rose Jensen but I prefer to be called Belle to Isabelle. I'm ten years old and I live in London. I've lived in London all my life.

Now you may ask, Belle, why are you on the streets? Where are your parents? Well, I never had a good relationship with my Mum and Dad. They always just cared about themselves rather than me. They were always out partying and they never had time for me. But even with all that happening, I always had hope that they loved me. My Mum and Dad never told me they loved me, but I always thought being loved by your parents was a definite thing. But I was wrong; four months ago, my Mum and Dad told me we were going out. I was really excited because they never really took me out anywhere. Of course, I did as I was told and soon after got in the car. I was confused at the time as to why my Dad was sitting in the back with me whilst my Mum was driving, but I just brushed it off, not wanting to cause a fuss.

Suddenly, as we were driving, out of nowhere my Mum stopped the car. My Dad then undid my seatbelt, reached over, opening my door and pushed me out. They told me they hated me and never wanted to see me again and they drove off. I've never seen them since.

You may ask, well Belle if you're homeless, how do you have a diary? Well, on my second day on the streets, I found a little book, then all I needed was something to write with. It took me days to scavenge for what I needed but eventually I found a pen. The plastic casing of it was a bit snapped but that didn't bother me. My diary is my only friend. It's the only way I can communicate with the closest thing to a person.

I see other homeless people on the streets everyday, sitting around, hoping that people can spare them a bit of change. But it's too risky for me. I know there's bad people in the world who do horrible things to people, especially children. I normally stay behind the bins to keep safe. If anything, it's the best place to be because it's where people throw stuff away, especially food. Occasionally, people throw food away that's still in the packaging so that's ok to eat.

These four months have been extremely difficult. It's been really lonely and i've really struggled. With only relying on bin food, I only eat every few days.

But this is my life, so what can I do?

End of part 1

A/N:

Hi guys! Welcome to my new fanfiction! I hope you like the start of it! Well, until next time!

Rachel x