Writing Dump?

ch x y/n cause why not #fuckthisissocringe

[Third Person Perspective]

"Look I just don't get why he's doing that" a person in the crowd uttered to [their] phone.

"Me neither, but hey at least he sends me money"  the other line answers with a bragging tone, [they] didn't really seem to care that much yet [they're] still jealous of them. Would've been better if that happened to[them] instead.

"Hey I need to go now bye [Y/N]" the other line told him and hung up afterwards. [Their] life isn't the best but [they're] just trying [their] best. [They] didn't do anything wrong, [they] were just born on the wrong hands.

[They] put [their] phone in pocket while blending with the crowd of people who seem to be so busy with their phones not noticing [them] being there.

"wow these losers aren't noticing me" [they] chuckled to [themselves], good thing the busy streets always makes [their] voice unnoticeable

"HEY THERE [THEY] ARE!" shouted a police at [them]. The crowd of people quickly began to turn their heads towards him making [them] anxious and like always, [they] ran as fast as [they] could.

[They] were running so fast [their] feet started to hurt a little too much and with such luck [they] found a bicycle just left alone without any locks outside a convenient store, and [they] just took it without hesitation.

And of course, the owner saw [them] and shouted something, yet they were too far away from hearing the man shout at [them].

[Y/N Perspective]

I was almost out of breath from pedaling so fast to get away from the authorities that were chasing me. And here I am, in a dense forest with a single muddy path, it was quite terrifying to pedal faster since this path is near a cliff edge and I might die of falling off, so yea I'm not pedaling faster and besides policemen aren't really chasing me anymore.

"hah, lost those bozos" I talked to myself, I pedaled in another direction to get off the path and leave the bike or just take it with me, like everything I steal from people in the city.

Hey I still need to live ya know, don't have a job, I can't feed myself nor can I go back to the orphanage, I feel like a coward there needing for food and everyday needs.

People there aren't the nicest to me so that's that, but one person who really cared about me was sister Nora, she'd play with me, she'd tell me bedtime stories, basically all the fun stuff adults can do to make children happy. Until she died. She was in her 80's when she found me all alone in the corner, not talking to any of the children at the orphanage, so of course she asked me what's wrong.

I was too shy to tell her but I told her afterwards, then we became the bestest of friends, and then Zei came along and became my friend too. Okay that's enough about me.

"I feel like shit" I sighed, my stomach growled meaning I'm hungry, and I checked my jean pockets to see a few bubble gums and candies, and I checked my vest pockets and saw a packet of powdered instant juice, and 10 dollars.

"well shit I guess luck is just really blind sometimes" I told myself. "Eh, whatever I'll just take the packet instead, but 10 dollars? Holy shit that costs a lot to me"

[Third Person Perspective]

As the [person] walked towards a tree, [they] immediately sat down the muddy ground, and opened the instant juice packet and tasted it. It was good enough for [them], trust me this isn't the worse thing [they] ate.

[time skip brought to you by my laziness]

[Y/N Perspective]

"okay, that was actually good" I said while standing up from the muddy and quite rocky ground.