Runaway

Chapter 2

For days I roamed the streets, it seemed no one wanted me. One day I was shuffling round Masons- the coffee shop in the highstreet, my mouth watering at the smell of sweet pastries. I locked eyes with a boy behind the counter, he looked up and down my small, wiry frame and smiled sympathetically. I awkwardly looked away and focused my blurry vision on a particularly juicy looking doughnut. I reached into my pocket, mumbled my order and slapped the money on the counter. The boy gave me my order-the doughnut I had been eyeing up, and strode out from behind the counter.
He followed me to the door and his hand brushed past mine to open it for me. The touch sent shivers down my spine. I looked up into his eyes, they were gleaming with tears. He whispered,"I will meet you outside in 10, I want to help you." I nodded and stumbled out the door and down the steps. I was weary of only his behaviour, it puzzled me the way he had been almost in tears ..
Thoughts span through my brain, I pushed them all aside and focused on one, the persistent one. I was thinking about what would happen when I felt a hand clamp on my shoulder, I span around. It was the boy from the bakery. "Heya, you okay?"he asked, pushing the stray hairs back from my eyes, clearly concerned. My feelings gushed out and I found myself telling him everything.
"Bad luck," he exclaimed, as though in thought, "I am Miahle by the way."
"I'm Brooke,"I replied, astonished at my previous outburst.
"I'm not usually like this!"I mumbled.
"Me neither,"said Miahle. I was suddenly taken over by flashbacks. I shivered, even though I wasn't cold. I was back in the hospital, holding moms hand, stroking her cheerck, she was kissing my tears away. I came back to reality, I was sobbing. Miahle pulled me in close. "It's clear you've been through a lot,"he muttered, it was barely intolerable.
"It was just a flashback,"I explained it all in detail, "I understand,"replied Miahle.