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Makayla moodily stared out of the truck window. It had taken a while before she finally realized that she didn’t have much choice in the matter. She could either go to a foster home or some other facility, or go with a grandfather she barely remembered.
It hadn’t taken her long to pack her meager belongings in a trash bag and her backpack. She had left her school books with Sylvia Craig, who promised to drop them off for her on Monday.
Watching the cars passing by them as they drove through an intersection, a small, cynical smile appeared on Makayla’s lips. One of the things she’d done before leaving was to take the trash out… all of it. She had taken every bottle of beer, every ounce of drugs she could find, including the bag of weed hidden behind the nightstand drawer, every piece o
