Split.

Chapter two.

Chapter Two:

I have never been able to call a place home.  I have been running. I have been running from everything, from fear, from heartbreak, from life itself.  I was born on streets. My mother never loved me, and never will. Maybe that’s why I have never been able to love, or maybe that’s why I’ve just been running. Running until I found him.

I am Johanna Johnson and this is how I found a home.

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I stood up from the train, the hour long ride made me feel tired. I stepped off the warm train walking into the cold air nipping at my face. Pushing past several people I finally made it to the small bathroom. I sat down on the tiny metal toilet planning out where I should go next. The loud grumble from my stomach brought me out of my thoughts. I decided I should get something to eat, reaching into my bag I pulled out a small plastic brush. I should look a little bit decent since I’m going to be in a restaurant. I quickly brushed through my long brown hair then stepped out of the bathroom into the crowd of people.

I scanned over the crowd, my eyes locked on a tall dirty blonde haired boy. He looked about 20. My breath hitched as our eyes met. I don’t know how long it was but it felt like forever. The stare stopped just as quickly as it happened.  A man walking by walked my bag to the ground; I quickly picked everything up and took one final look in the boy’s direction. Just like that he was gone.

I have been walking for what seems like hours. All I could think about was the boy, I don’t know why. I was pulled out of my thoughts by cold drops of water on my face. I looked up and saw that a storm was coming. i saw a girl enter the resterant. She looked about the same age as me. Her long, curly, black hair damped from the rain slightly brushing my cheek as we passed. She turned around opening her mouth to say something; I had no time for this. I quickly made my way into the nearest restaurant-not bothering to look back. 

The restaurant was warm. The smell of fried fish filled my senses, I inhaled deeply taking in the sent. I scanned over the restaurant looking for a waiter. I saw the back of a waiter. His blonde hair poking out of the bottom of his cap. I slightly tapped his shoulder asking for a table. As he turned around I recognized him straight away. It was the boy. 

Authors note

SO SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER IS BAD! WE WROTE IT AT 3 IN THE MORNING! PLEASE NO HATE! VOTE AND COMMENT WHAT YOU THINK.

so do you guys like Scarlett or Johnanna so far?