Jesslynn was a girl who had never believed in fairies. Or Santa. Or genies. Or happy endings. At 13 she had already seen too much of the real world to pretend anything good or beautiful or lucky lay beyond the cesspool that was her life.
Certainly not everything was bad. Breath still flowed in and out. A heart still beat. She was not dumb or ill enough to believe she was better off dead. Though her father had failed her and her mother betrayed her, though house was not home, and safe was not certain, a glimmer of hope still existed. Leaving town would only be the beginning of a new life. She was certain the road would be smoother once she was in the driver's seat.
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