>Jackie sat on the beach, it was dark, same as it always was, she couldn't go home, her mother was violent. And a junkie.
>She leaned back in the sand, she wished she could be with Marco, cuddling with him in a nice warm bed, but Marco was losing interest, and she knew it.
>Jackie closed her eyes and slowly drifted off into slumber, hoping she wouldn't get harassed or killed. It had been a month since she ran away, she barely had any trouble, maybe some police officers asking to take her home, and that's it, maybe some rowdy people from school, other than that, nothing else.
>She finally fell asleep, she woke up to the high tide hitting her thighs, the sky was orange, she knew it was, she had to wait a few hours until school opened, at least there she could get a meal.
>She smelled something, it smelled familiar, it was her BO, she had no way to bathe, she'd sometimes sneak home, but her mother was too hostile, she'd have to put it up with it, hopefully no one would notice, maybe she could mask the smell with the ocean water, she took off her shirt splashing her hairy pits with some water, smelling her shirt, it was alright, it smelled like her, but not like her BO or at least the BO didn't overtake the smell of the shirt, she put it back on.
>"Star's so lucky she has Marco.."
