The trip had been a long one, her mother had only packed her enough to make the long trip from New Orleans. Nothing more. She had over heard her mother talking on the phone and had gotten a list of things to pack for unruly young child. The teenager having made the trip with only her older brother and the only reason she had not gone alone was because her mother did not want her running away.<br/><br/>Now here Jolene was, on the front steps of this strangers home. Her brother already getting back in the cab and driving away after knocking loudly on the door. His look before he left told her that she had brought all of this on herself. It only made the teen more angry. Oh what she would do for a smoke or a drink. If she had only known this would have happened the girl would have stayed out last week and never came home. No she would have ran away with the boys like they asked her too…but no she had to many “Things” to go home to. Things she was now with out anyways.<br/><br/>A small brown suitcase beside her with only a few pairs of clothing, hair brush and tooth brush. Dark eyes watching and waiting for the door to open. To meet this so called friend of her mother’s.