Fic: Home (chapter one/?)
Title: Home
Author: Miss Peg
Rating: T
Characters: Emily, Naomi, Gina and some random OCs
Summary: Emily finds herself on the streets with little more than the clothes on her back. When a kind stranger picks her up and takes her home she discovers that home isn't necessarily the place where your relatives live.
Disclaimer: Emily and Naomi have never been mine...I like to think I can claim some ownership over Gina because we know so little about her, but ultimately she doesn't belong to me either.
Notes: Thank you to Kvaker81 or cheering me on and because the idea of this story (well the later chapters) are inspired by her story Desert Eagle. I would appreciate any comments on my story. :)
Home
The clothes on her back had started to smell that morning but she tried to ignore it. Emily bent down pretending to tie her shoelace as a passer-by raised his nose in her direction. If only she had had a shower before she left or better still thought to pack some soap or deodorant. She had already used up her only change of clothes. The man’s eyes followed her down the street, something she would have to get used to. She slipped into the nearest café and, despite several pairs of eyes focusing their attention upon her, snaked between the chairs towards the toilets.
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Author: Miss Peg
Rating: T
Characters: Emily, Naomi, Gina and some random OCs
Summary: Emily finds herself on the streets with little more than the clothes on her back. When a kind stranger picks her up and takes her home she discovers that home isn't necessarily the place where your relatives live.
Disclaimer: Emily and Naomi have never been mine...I like to think I can claim some ownership over Gina because we know so little about her, but ultimately she doesn't belong to me either.
Notes: Thank you to Kvaker81 or cheering me on and because the idea of this story (well the later chapters) are inspired by her story Desert Eagle. I would appreciate any comments on my story. :)
Home
The clothes on her back had started to smell that morning but she tried to ignore it. Emily bent down pretending to tie her shoelace as a passer-by raised his nose in her direction. If only she had had a shower before she left or better still thought to pack some soap or deodorant. She had already used up her only change of clothes. The man’s eyes followed her down the street, something she would have to get used to. She slipped into the nearest café and, despite several pairs of eyes focusing their attention upon her, snaked between the chairs towards the toilets.
Keep Reading :)