"Then why were you in an ally?" Colby asked, I had hoped he wouldn't. Being poor was embarrassment enough, but homeless too? I had never been able to admit it vocally.
"I kind of don't have anywhere else to go." I admitted.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam persisted.
"I'm homeless Sam." I spat.
"Oh, I didn't know, I'm sorry." He replied to my hatred.
"It's okay I guess, I'm sorry for yelling," the dryer buzzed signifying that my clothes were dry,"I'll change you call the cops." I said as I walked toward the buzzing noise.
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After I was dressed I talked to the cops, they questioned me, asking if I got a good view of my attackers. I gave the sketch artist a description while the cops talked to Sam and Colby. It wasn't until three hours later that the cops left. I peered out of the living room balcony window, the sky was dark and barely lit by dim stars. I heard the door close as the last cop left, I let out a short sigh and walked to the door.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked me
"I'm leaving." I replied.
"No you're not." Colby chimed