A girl called...

Homeless

I feel so cold. I am shivering and my jaw feels numb. I haven't eaten for days, and Its been a week now. So far all I have had is a squashed grape that a two year old threw at me. Biting my lip, I get to my feet. I ask myself why I left and I can't think of a single reason! I mean they had decent ish food and they provided clothes and everything... The girls are a bit spiteful, but hey, its a hard knock life! I am now mad about that phrase since I watched Annie through someone's window.I have been so ungrateful! But I have left now and there is nothing I can do for myself now except hope for a better tommorow!

"Maybe I was destined for a life on the road ! Maybe that is what the future wants for me! Well if it is, live it to the fulles- wait what am on about! Trying to be all noble and brave? I will get out of here I will find a new life!" I tell my self trying to comfort me . "Why are talking to your self?" A soft voice says behind me. When did walls learn to talk? " Who are you?" I ask nervously, turning my head. The girl before me is beautiful. She has long silky brown hair that falls like a curtain on her slender back. Her eyes are big and green and full of wonder, like emaralds. She has light olive skin, like milky coffee and and you wouldn't be surprised I she had walked out of a magizine.! I was stunned. The only thing was her clothes. They were rags. I can't say I looked any better; my dress was grubby and ripped, but she literally was wearing rags! She had a sort of loincloth  around her waist and a towel wrapped across her front fastened with safety pins." Hi I'm ... Don't laugh, please," she begins uncomfortably, " I um I actually don't know.." She swallows waiting for me to laugh. But I don't . of course I don't , because I know how she feels, I am in the same position as her...she is like ... Like me. " Don't worry I understand, I'm one too.. A no namer.." I smile shyly." I'm called 34567... I'm from woolachers ..." Her eyes light up and she runs towards me and hugs me like we are best friends, but I have feeling that soon we might be..." Me too! I'm 26791 but you can call  me Lea! Friends?" She put her arm out to shake my hand and I grasp it appreciatively and grin."Call me..... I dunno... Ella!"

She tells me she has been out on the streets for a year and takes me too her base. One drags me through the busy streets and into an alleyway. She beckons me to follow her, so I do. When we arrive I am dumfounded. Some how she has found an old mattress and she has fashioned a pillow out of some cloth and old sponges. She has a dead bird hanging from a string with an arrow sticking through it. For shelter and guard she has put some fence posts around her mattress and a plastic chair , she has placed a plank of wood awkwardly on top with a ripped unwearable plastic raincoat draped across. It is so clever! I fee slightly speechless and I just stand there , staring in awe at the masterpiece, my mouth hanging open, gaping rudely .  I close my mouth with my fist , but I falls down again! Lea looks at me and waves her hand in my face but I do not move. Suddenly I wake up grow my daze  and say " Wow! Its genius! You are magic!"