When Hollie goes to the chip shop like any normal teenager, things get bad, real bad. She gets back to find no one remembers her, at all not even her best friend or mother. What will happen when she decides to stand up, or will she even try? With meeting new friends and maybe something more, will she decide to stay the invisible girl or will she try to find that one important person who knows her? Please note this is NOT a fan fiction all the characters are entirely my own and none of them are real.


6. On the streets

Josh's POV

I couldn't believe it. I had just asked out a girl and she had said yes! She looked like a freaking super model. What was a girl like her doing with a boy like me, she is probably one of those rich girls that got everything she ever wanted, whereas I'm well... Nothing. I've got nothing, am nothing and still. She said yes. I live in a hostel, that's right, I'm homeless. I got kicked out by my dad one day and I never looked back, there was nothing there for me. I was a child that was out shined by my younger brother, he was the one that got medals and awards for doing sports, helping the community and things, even though they never did show it, I know my parents were ashamed of me, they didn't understand that I was different, I wasn't perfect or sporty or into all the things my brother was. They loved him best and I knew it, that's why I had no hesitation over leaving. I knew they wouldn't miss me. I knelt down, feeling for my sleeping bag and got inside, I slept next to my partner on the street: Colin, he was kicked out as well and we went to the same primary school as each other so we knew each other a little. We never talked about our pasts, his wasn't as clean as mine.?Wherever we went, we stuck together. It was a pact, a non-spoken one but we both knew the rules quite clearly, stick together and never leave each other behind. The high way code I call it. It's rough on the streets, sometimes you have to steal to get a meal, luckily I play guitar and took my one with me, wherever I go so sometimes me and Colin busk along the streets to get money, though we have to look out for the police because you need a permit to perform and sadly neither Colin or me have one. As I drifted between consciousness and sleep, I dreamt of a girl with a tear stained face, shaking my hand with a musical voice, and the last face I saw that night was Maya's.

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