Everyone thought that they knew me so well, opinions change, and I’m not a little girl anymore

What would you think if you could see me now? I dont sort perfect, and my tog arent very clean any much, Im not very clean. Nevertheless Ive made positive(predicate) that my gold p turn backant has stayed intact, I dont even think that you remember get it for me. It was the one thing in the entire shopping mall that I wanted, on that boiling hot summers daytime. I think that it must check been the first and the last thing that youve bought me that Ive homogeneousd. You bought it even though you detested it.Im slash the metal it feels cold against my skin, ice cold. I havent felt warm for days. As I sit hither cold and alone, I realise proficient how much I should be enjoying this. Its all Ive ever wanted-to have a choice, to do things by myself.Well here I am prevail water to make a move. Im hungry now all I goat smell is the deliciously tempting aroma of chips from the shop, on the corner. I invite food. If Id sold my necklace earlier I would have had money. Who am I move to convince? It is my necklace, my own and we will never part. Scuffing my new clean white disgusting shoes I wander aimlessly nap the road. I dont wish well some of the looks that Im getting theyre disapproving, condescending and nastyOooh look at her, doesnt she look roughIf I had it my way, Id be in a warm, soft and luxurious bed. further instead, Im here, pacing the streets, solemn and silent.I adviset even begin to imagine, where Im heading next. hold the chain firmly in my left hand I lightly remove it. The sweet smell of gold is revolting. As I cargo deck my pedant Im slowly beginning to realise how far away that I am. Im walking along a side road now, fitting glide path a turning. Do I take it?Where do I go? Which road shall I take? It has to be one of them. I need guidance, no, no I dont, I make my own decisions, and I hind end take control. One of these roads seems familiar, a street full of innocent houses all lawns exactly the same not a strand of bum protrude of place, not a tree that dares whisper in the wind. Its precise, just like you. The second is a mystery, just like me.I unbosom havent had any food Im beginning to feel ravenous. I have lambert five pence. I didnt think of bringing any money. Mind you I didnt really think that I would leave. I dont remember much just about earlier, the massive row. I just remember two words fetid slut. He was raging at me again, like it was strange to go out and party, a deadly sin to have fun. You spotted my pendant and asked wherefore I was wearing such a grotty thing, Its not like I expect you to understand, so dont worry, I dont buck you.Im at the end of my road now, adjoining to my road is a main road, Im taking it, strutting down the centre like I own it. Ive been doing that recently, holding my head up, Im proud. today isnt tomorrow and today certainly isnt yesterday, while I lay here in my cardboard box, that I found late last night, I ponder this. Chips used to taste nice, f rom what I can remember, but not these ones. These are soggy and cold I was lying next to them this first light when I woke up. They are in a newspaper thats sopping wet, from the punishing downpour that also happened late last night. Its food though something that Ive desired for what seems like an eternity.My pendant is clasped tightly in my hand, Im staring at it in cristalsely, its been ten days so far, and why did I leave? Its getting colder day by day. Im trying to find somewhere to stay, somewhere that I can feel warm and secure, to revitalise my flickering spirit.The rusting gold is more visible these days. As it gets older its age becomes more noticeable, more so than before. Its in my open palm now stretched out, like its about to pullulate wings and fly away.Lately Ive been different, dad why do you blame my friends? I suppose Im just your little angel that will never spread her wings. Remember that night I do, the slut night. I wear make up short skirts and high heel s, just like most bulk my age. Dont you think about what I could have said to you? How arrogant you are or how oppressive that you can be. Why do you think that I didnt? I didnt say anything because I didnt want to hurt your feelings, like you did mine. The Mona Lisa, your preferred painting while you sit there at your computer father, chew on this, shes smiling, is she happy? I think that I should be academic session in that portrait, dont you?The ripple of the pinky blue dusk that has set everywhere the middle of London on an October night becomes more prominent as I stand staring over the Queen Elizabeth II Bridge. I grip the railings I laugh, a high pitched screech, Im so cold, so famished, but Ive never felt so alive. Cradling my pendant like a damaged child, I say my last goodbye. Im attaching it to the fourth bar on the second row.I look up to the beautiful night chuckI love you mum,I love you dad,I love you,I love you,I love you,So much,Im going home.