The bell rang Molly gather her books, put on her sweater pulled her braids to the back of her head and started her walk home.
Well not home you could hardly call a foster home, home.
It was one of three this year and somewhere she had to be.
Outside the building she tucked her head trying not to make eye contact with anyone.
The sooner she got out of there, the better off she would be.
Half way home she looked up there stood Ragan and company.
She stopped, “think fast “ she ducked into the bushes.
Ragan laughed and marched hand on hip to the bush.
“Mallee, we saw you” she pushed the bush aside and pulled Molly out.
“Just where do you think your going” Molly?
“Home” she stated.
“Home, you don’t have a home” laughing giving her a stout shove.
Molly hit the ground just as Charles rounded the corner.
“Ragan! Mom wants you home right now” he shouted. “Fine” she swung around “come on girls les go” , Charles helped Molly up, “you ok”?
“Yeah, I’am now she” said looking love struck.