She was alone once again. Not like this was the first time, but she never quite got used to the feeling. Moving to a new place was also not something foreign to her either. It was the same old routine over and over again. Move to a new city, find a job, stay until you can and then move when things were not going as planned. It was always like that. Little did she know that moving to this new city would expose her to a new world. Drugs, gangs, and fights are just some of the things that made this city what it is. Will she be able to leave this city when the times comes? Will she even want out? 

Finding something to hold onto is easy. It's always holding onto it that makes it so hard. But how do you even know if it's something worth holding onto?