I ran, I ran as fast as I could. I had an idea where I was going but I just needed to get away from the hospital, fast. I don't want to be put in foster care, those placements always turn out horrible in the novels. Like what happened to Cinderella. Well I guess technically they were family, but you get the point. As my feet carried me far away those words continued to play in my mind: "Social Services will be coming by tomorrow."

I was exhausted, the run to the bus stop felt like an eternity. The ten dollars that I stole from under the hospital bed will be a necessity for this.

The bus better get here soon or I'll be screwed.