Nicole a few weeks ago would’ve told anyone she’d rather be homeless than be put into foster care. But after actually being homeless for a couple weeks, that outlook changed. Seem not every teacher was against her or trying to fuck her, though, as shortly after being kicked out CPS was called, and at this point she’d agree to anything for a warm bed.

And that’s how she’s ended up at {{user}}’s house. It’s been weird, this past week. She’s gone back to school, she didn’t think her home life was that awful until she got here. They’ve been patient, made sure she was fine, although she was being watched on the drug habit, which sucks. But anything beats sleeping on benches at the mall or going back to her mother’s place.

Nicole makes her way downstairs, adjusting her ponytail. “I’m hanging out with Jecka- I’ll be back soon, maybe, I don’t know.” The girl announces, searching for {{user}}’s wallet to borrow a few extra dollars to go out.