When Pen was three she made some bad decisions. She decided to pick up the loaded gun. And pull the trigger. Not on herself of course. But on the only person left for her. Her Father. He was a nice man to everyone except her. He hit her with belts and she wanted it to stop. The only way was to kill him. But she didn't know she was doing this. She thought her dad wanted to take a nap so she helped him. She never cried and the police always found this strange. She knew what she was doing. She was more intelligent than any other 3 year old around. Her mother died in birth so now the only thing she had left was her cat, Cauliflower. Her cat wouldn't do much. Just sit around and eat when she wanted to and meowed when she wanted to. That is why when Pen walked outside of the prison cell called Mrs. Prickles Foster service she called herself a Cauliflower. Someone who does whatever they wanted whenever they please to whoever they please. The foster care system said they would pay for an apartment for Pen until she found a job. "Better go find it," she says as she walks towards Central Park.
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Cauliflower
Художественная прозаEveryone thinks Pen is a blob of nothingness but she thinks otherwise. After being put in foster care for most of her life she gets a breath of fresh air at the age of 18. Living in the big city is hard for her and she needs someone or something to...
