Chapter 2
BWAPBEEPBEEPHONKHONK! I woke up to the usual sound of morning traffic. The air was crisp and cold, seeing as it was early fall, and I, as usual, wasn't bothered by the cold.
I got up, brushed through my hair with my fingers, and dusted myself off, attempting to look nice. I wasn't that bad looking. I had long, dark brown curls, and chocolate brown eyes. My face had freckles, and I had pale skin. You would think that after being outside for most of my life, I would have darker, tanner skin, but no, it was almost as pale as the moon.
After making myself look somewhat presentable, I headed down the direction that led to the cafe, hoping to be able to snatch some leftover food from an empty table. As always, I walked up to the cafe, looking like I was going to go inside, waited until everybody was looking the other way, or at least until they were all inside, and then quickly went up to the empty tables and snatched the last bits of food. It worked. Then I slithered away before anybody could see me. 719Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy55UzXfoFb
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Later that day, I decided that I should try to go to school. I had to change into my school uniform, (yes I have a uniform) and then try to find a safe route to school. After deciding that the safest way to school was to try to walk through the city until I found the school, I started on my way.
Once I reached the school, I tried to explain to one of the aid people near the school entrance that I belonged to this school. Of course they didn't believe me. Why would they believe a 13 year old homeless girl, who clearly looks like she doesn't belong here. Thankfully, I was saved by the school principal, who told them to leave and let me in.
I should probably explain to you why the school principal knows to let me in, and how I ended up a homeless orphan. Here's how it happened: I was about 7, just walking home, when I saw the police parked at my house. It was in ruins, burned, it looked like, and my parents were there in the middle of it, burned and clearly murdered. It looked as if the culprit had killed my parents, stabbed them by the looks of it, and then, just to clear up the evidence, had burned the house down too.
The police saw me, and started towards me, but I was too fast. I ran as fast as I could, where I didn't know, and eventually they gave up. The next few years were very hard. I had to learn how to beg, and had to change my appearance since they had posters up of me with a reward if I was found. Ever since then, I swore that I would find whoever killed my parents and burned down my house, and kill them, or do something worse.
ns 15.158.61.16da2
