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    Girl On The Run
    Girl On The Run
    Girl On The Run
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    Girl On The Run

    By Lee Foreman

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    A story or abuse, pain, homelessness, prostitution, brokenness, and then triumph, Kathy Goodson tries to help at-risk young women realize their purpose in life so that they may go on to live a better life. At first, the girls do not take well to her because they believe that she is just a state-appointed shrink sent there to give them false hope. As Kathy opens up about her story, she finds that she has some unhealed wounds as well; particularly with her mother who had abandoned her when she was just five years old. Through healing her girls and ultimately herself, she finds the courage to stop running from her past and live again.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLee Foreman
    Release dateNov 10, 2016
    ISBN9781370420636
    Girl On The Run
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    Lee Foreman

    Lee Foreman is writer and owner of Lee Foreman Works. She has a true passion for writing. She can write anything from romance, thriller, urban fiction and science fiction. Lee Foreman started out writing poetry and decided to advance into writing short stories. She has so much to share with the world, and she chooses to use writing as her platform; her stage to be able to share her gift with the world. She has a vision to become a household name amongst readers everywhere.

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      Girl On The Run - Lee Foreman

      Girl On the Run

      By Lee Foreman

      Published by Lee Foreman at Smashwords

      Copyright 2016 Lee Foreman

      License Notes

      This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Note to reader: All characters and locations in this work are fictional; any likeness to reality is purely coincidental. Enjoy!

      Chapter One-A New Start at Life

      I sit in front of a crowd of young women, prepared to tell my story. My story of pain, hurt, sorrow, struggle and eventually triumph. These young women between the ages of 16 and 20, of different races and ethnicities, look at me as if I don’t belong here; as if there is nothing that I could tell them that they don’t already know. I spot a young black girl rolling her eyes at me as she sucked her teeth.

      How can this bitch possibly help us? She spat. She doesn’t know our struggle, our pain. What we had to go through on these streets.

      The other women agreed with her by either nodding their heads in agreement or looking at me as if they could slap me out of my chair and get away with it, they would.

      They see me in my pantsuit, my high heels, my hair brushed up into a tight ponytail. She is so far out of our league, it’s not even funny. I could sense some of them thinking. They don’t know my story, they are reading the last chapter of my book, not the first and for that, they will have to start over at the beginning to understand my end.

      Okay ladies, I know some of you are wondering why am I here taking up your time. I cleared my throat trying to find the right words to say.

      Yeah, why are you here? An 18-year old asked slouching in her chair with her arms folded in a defensive manner.

      I examined her closely. I remember being in her position, scared, lonely, putting on a hard girl act to hide the fear that enveloped me like a blanket. I try to remain as professional as possible as I am here to a job and I intend to do it and do it well. Little do these girls know, the path they are headed towards, I have already been and barely came out alive. If they are smart enough to listen to me and heed my words, it will save them a world of heartache and trouble.

      I fix my glasses on my face and smooth out the piece of plain paper in front of me. I click my pen to expose the ballpoint tip.

      Okay, ladies, we must really get started now. I only have an hour with you and I would like to make the most of it.

      The girls kept chatting away, I was growing irritated of their disrespect. No matter what they were going through, I knew that they had the basic courtesy of respecting someone who had the floor; especially when they were here to help.

      Heaven, help me. I said under my breath as I stood up. I walked over to the bookshelf that was worn after years of being in the same spot and looked for the biggest, thickest book I could find. At the bottom, I found an encyclopedia. I took it off the shelf and casually walked back over to the small desk that would be mines for my time being at the National Shelter for at Risk Teens and Young Women. I took the book and raised it far above my head. I closed my eyes as I braced for impact.

      SSLLLAAAMMMM!!!!

      The sound of the book crashing down on my desk startled the girls and they became quiet instantly. They turned to face me as if I had done something wrong and had offended them.

      I said be quiet. We have work to be done.

      The girls quietly took their seats at their desks that were formed in an uni-circle to facilitate a warm, unified atmosphere. I sat down and waited for a few short minutes to allow them to get themselves together before I dove right in. Once I saw that they were situated, I stood up and walked around my desk parking my behind on the edge of it.

      Thank you. First, I would like to personally thank you for coming to this session and being here with me today. My name is Kathy Goodson, and I will be your group counselor for the next few months. I didn’t want to tell them that I was a psychiatrist because I didn’t want them to get the impression that they were crazy. As you know, you signed up for this program not only because you want to be recommended to go into the workforce, but because you want to heal yourself. The first lesson in life is that progression only comes after healing. If anyone ever tells you any different, they are lying to you. Before we go any further, if anyone of you are here and have changed your mind about being with us, please exit now. I don’t want to waste your time and I don’t want you wasting your group members’ time either.

      I stood in silence surveying the room to see if anyone would get up and leave making one of the worst decisions of their life. No one moved a muscle. I clapped my hands together.

      Great then. Well let’s get started, shall we? We are going to start by introducing ourselves to each other. It is important that we get to know each other and become a family. We will be together every day for an hour for the next few months so we might as well get comfortable and familiar with each other. Who would like to go first?

      The girls looked around at each other. No one said anything. I was just going to randomly pick someone when the same black girl from earlier stood up and opened her mouth to speak.

      My name is Natasha Green. I am 17 years old. I am a high school drop-out and I am four months pregnant. She sat back down in her seat.

      Thank you, Natasha. Who would like to go next hmmm?

      This is so lame man. I rather be back in my room sleeping. I heard a young lady complain from the right side of the room. I turned to look at her.

      I walk towards her and stop three feet from her desk. Okay, this is what we are going to do. You can introduce yourself to the rest of your peers so that we can move on, or you can leave right now. It is not fair to me, your peers and especially yourself if you choose not to participate in any activities that we will be partaking in.

      She looked at me and I looked at her. The ball was in her court. She could either participate or leave. There was no in between. She folded her arms and looked at me with major attitude. I folded my arms and gave her the same look; these girls had no idea who they were playing with, but oh they were going to learn real fast. After about two minutes of our stand down, she sucked her teeth and threw herself out of her chair. She got up and walked towards the door. I thought that this was a perfect time to give her one more chance.

      If you walk out that door, you will never be welcomed in here again and you might as well check out of this shelter, go find a cardboard box, and live in it until you pass away, because if you live your entire life not taking the help that is offered to you, you won’t get very far in life. All of us need some help sooner or later, why not take it now?

      She took her hand off the doorknob.

      Come on Cinday please sit down. You know you need this. We both need this. I heard a young voice plead.

      I turned to my left to see a beautiful brown head, pale skinned girl that looked like she could be this Cinday girl’s sister.

      Cinday turned around and walked slowly

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