There can't be many abandoned kids in one mall, right? Only a few forgotten kids. Only a few runaways.
I hate to break it to you, but that sense of false security you have, that idea that most kids are accounted for – well, it's pure horseshit.
My name is Evelyn Grace. I'm sixteen, I think. I live in the Manhattan Mall. I was left behind at age three.
I survived for just about a week on my own. Then my family found me. No, no, not my blood family – the left-behind kids and the runaways. The abandoned ones looking for sanctuary. All those kids are my family.
Family. It's a strong word. There's the family you're born into, and there's the family you find. The family you find over time is the family that really matters.
Family and friends... There's not much of a difference between them.
Unless you're someone like Raven Kay.
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The All-Manhattan Rejects
Teen Fiction"What's this one?" the toddler asked. "Ooh! Close door!" Experimentally, she pressed it. The elevator doors closed. She looked up as a sickening thud locked her out from the rest of the world. Thirteen-ish years later, Evelyn Grace hasn't been found...
