When Abby met the man, she wanted to smile. However, it was clear he was angry. Maybe he suspected someone younger? maybe a boy instead of a girl? As soon as she heard him speak, she could only nod. Her stomach churned with nausea as she felt her nerves kick in.<br/><br/>"Yes sir..." she replied simply as she began to follow him. She wasn't quite sure what else to say since he didn't appear to be friendly at all. She followed him to the bus stop, and sat next to him. She could hear people behind her making comments.<br/><br/>"Eww! That girl needs to shower..." a voice spoke, "Does she not know how to be a clean, decent human being?"<br/><br/>"She looks like someone who needs to go to the homeless shelter..." another voice said behind Abby's back. The comments continued, but Abby put on her best face. She didn't want the world to know how bad those words hurt her. She fought the tears in her eyes as she simply rubbed her eye, appearing as if it was itching.<br/><br/>Soon, she was taken off the bus and made to walk for what seemed a good distance. She wasn't really phased since in her old home, she was made to walk to school and back, which was easily five miles both ways. Once she was led to the house, she walked in and noticed how nice it was. Even if it appeared plain to some, she thought it was quite lovely. Then, she was led to a room, where her bag was set down. The man began explaining where the bathroom was and such. He left immediately after, causing Abby to simply stand there. She shut her bedroom door and proceeded to open up her bag, and grab another t-shirt, a fresh pair of undergarments, and a pair of grey pants before taking off her shoes and dirty socks and walking to the bathroom.<br/><br/>Once she made it to the bathroom, she set the new pair of clothes on the sink and opened the cabinet, to find towels. She grabbed a couple of them, and placed them on the sink as well. She then locked the door and began undressing. While she was removing her clothing, she saw her reflection out of the corner of her eye. She then turned to see herself in the mirror, and was absolutely horrified at what she saw. Her ribs were showing, her hip bones were showing, she had a rather large thigh gap, her arms and legs were simply skin and bones. To make matters worse, she was dirty and had dirt on her body. Her face was especially horrific. A lot of dirt, dark circles under her eyes, her cheeks seemed sunken in slightly, having thin and dried out hair.<br/><br/>"I look like a monster..." she spoke to herself as she began sobbing, "No wonder no one wants me..." knowing that the man was gone, she continued to cry as she looked at all of her body. She had no idea how bad she had gotten. She hadn't seen herself in a mirror for what seemed like a few years. She didn't realize how skinny she had gotten, but she knew she had lost weight. She was wearing children's sizes in clothing instead of junior sizes. The clothes she had now were too loose on her and they were a size small. She saw herself as a walking skeleton, a zombie. She shook her head as she turned away from the mirror.<br/><br/>She walked into the shower and began to turn on the water and adjust it. She closed the curtain, and to her surprise, there was shampoo, conditioner, soap, and a razor to shave her legs. Water began running down the teenager's face, as she wet her hair and began washing it with the shampoo. However, she began crying again, but not out of sorrow. These tears were of joy. Getting to have a nice, warm shower, where she could get clean was something she really wanted. At her old home, she had a wash cloth, and a bowl with cold water and a bar of soap. She had usually five minutes to wash her body off, and had to use the same water to wet her hair. She wasn't allowed to dry her hair, and had to let it air dry. This caused her to get sick often. She had never been more grateful for a shower in her life.<br/><br/>After about thirty minutes had passed, Abby turned off the water, and opened the curtain before stepping out of the shower. As she dried herself off with a towel, she turned to the mirror and took another look at herself. With the dirt gone, her emaciated body was more apparent, but at least she didn't look like a homeless person. Her freckles were now visible, and you could see the color of her eyes better. A small smile appeared on her face, her dimples were still visible much to her surprise. Maybe her face wasn't as hideous as she thought. She finished drying off and put on the new clothes before wrapping her hair up into the towel, and opened the bathroom door. As a way of saying thank you, Abby got a new wash cloth and soaped it up with soap and began cleaning the shower, as to not leave any dirty finger prints or any sign of her being in that shower.