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Chapter two

Michael.

I've been living on the streets for almost a year, and it seems like it just gets harder every minute that passes.

I'm really hungry and I can't find anything to eat, I'm tired and my dyed blue hair is slowly fading, I'm really mad at myself for using the £10 note i found on hair dye.

I wish my life could go back to normal, I wish I could go back to sleeping on a bed every night. I wish I could eat food whenever I wanted to, I wish I could go back to having friends, I wish I could have a family that cared about me, but can't and it's all my fault.

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As I walked through almost empty streets, trying my hardest not to be seen, most people weren't out since it was basically night time, but there were a few and he didn't want to be seen.

As a walked, I heard a sound of footsteps behind me and turned around, it was dark and I couldn't see very well. I was kind of scared, there were never usually people around here at this time. However as he approached I slowly started seeing the figure of a boy? He looked young maybe around my age, he didn't seem notice me, I took a step back. And I think he heard me because he gasped and looked up, there was fear in his eyes and also tears.

He had blonde hair and it was a little messy, his eyes were bright blue but they looked tired and they were full of fear, probably because it was almost 1am and a boy who looked like a zombie was standing in front of him. He looked pretty normal to me and it didn't really look like there was a reason for him to be out at this time, especially not here.

I didn't really know what to do, we stared at each other for, a few, maybe 10 seconds before I decided to speak.

"Are you lost?" I asked.

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hello I'm sorry this chapter is rlly bad but my writing will get better (I hope) and yeah. Also u could go read my other stories if u want they're all muke but I'm working on a cake fanfic ok that's all bye
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