Street Lights || M.G.C.

Chapter 1

                  

What have I done in my life to deserve this? Living in the streets. Not that I don't like it, it's better than the place I called home before I ran away. I could go back to my old house, but with parents like mine, I would rather die...

Well, people in Sydney are nice, all Aussies are. Why not my parents you may ask? They're Americans, they moved here before I was born.

Now I am sitting here, wondering what the fuck I've done with my life. I dropped out of school a long time ago. I ditched all my friends I had back then, only one is left. My best friend, McKenzie, the only friend I've made on the streets.

We have quite similar stories. Enough about that. I should probably find a place to crash for the night.

Wandering the streets was something I have gotten used to. No one knew I was homeless. I had normal clothes and money and stuff, the only thing I missed was a permanent home. Like I really cared. It was quite fun actually, looking for a new home every few days, maybe weeks if I didn't feel like moving in a while. I often found the old abandoned houses by the edge of the city or in the poor part of it.

I'm Alexis by the way, but my name on the streets were Lexie. I was the normal punk-ish kid. I wore black skinny jeans that had ripped at one point in time, flannels, band tees, combat boots and leather jackets if I felt like going all out.

I had brown, kinda curly, hair that ended by my waist. I had brown/green eyes, kind of like an earth/dry grass field.

                  

I had gotten to the house I had been in for a few days now and went to get my bag with my stuff in before I went to find a new one. I grabbed my bag quickly and went out. Little outside the house I heard sirens. The police again? They were headed to the house.

Shit. I dived into the forest on my left and ran with my bag tightly in my grip. I weren't allowed to live in any of the houses I had used to take shelter in. I hope I didn't leave any signs that I had been there.

I reached a road a little farther away from the house. It was a dark road, barely used. Plants grew in the middle of the thing...

I walked along the path towards the city again. I could manage one night without a house, I had done that a lot the first month I had taken off from home.

After a little while, I reached the city again. Right by my favourite coffee shop. Should I walk in? I could ask the employees if I could sleep there. No. It would kind of give it away. I could buy a coffee and "accidentally" fall asleep. Yeah, I could do that.

                  

I walked in and I was met with Erin, the one I had talked to the most. Not a lot, or about anything important, but it felt good to have someone to talk to occasionally.

"Hey Lexie, how are you?" she asked. "Oh, you know. I'm good, tired, but good." I answered with a small laugh. "Then get your butt back home to your bed and sleep" she chuckled. If she only knew.

Before I could really say anything, she asked me "So, you only came to talk or to order coffee?" "The usual please." I went to a table in one of the corners. I had full sight of the door and the counter from here. Not that anyone would come in here now at this time.

My hot coffee was placed on the table in front of me. I thanked her and she went off to the kitchen again. I sat there, quietly and sipped my coffee.

I felt the warm liquid soothe my throat and made me more tired. I put my cup a little bit away from me so it wouldn't spill on me if I knocked it over in my sleep.

Before I knew it, I was sound asleep. I was gone within my own world of weird stuff. I dreamt about this wonderful ceremony, I didn't know what I was for, but I'm sure it was something important since everyone was well dressed.

I was just about to say something in the dream when someone woke me up. Over me stood a guy with charcoal black hair.

His hair was thin, and it didn't shine like it would if it was natural colour. He had dyed his hair a lot.

By that I mean a lot. His hair was thin and it looked worn. The ends of his hair was split, it just looked bad.

"What do you want?" I snapped at the guy. He had gorgeous eyes. Almost like they were piercing through my body and into my mind, looking at my darkest secrets.

"Why is a girl like you sleeping in a coffee shop at 5am? Is something wrong, or just homeless?" he chuckled at the last part. Not believing that. No one really did anyway. I just grunted to him and looked away from him and out of the window. I didn't like being awoken with this little sleep in my veins.

"Wait, are you homeless?" he asked me in a serious tone. "No I'm not." I answered shortly, still looking away.

"You are..." he said in awe. "How could you be homeless? You look like you just came from New York or something." "Well, thank you." I answered awkwardly. I was never one to know how to answer a compliment.

"So, wanna tell me your story?"

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So this was the first chapter in my new fanfic!!!!

I appologize if I don't update for a year and a half like my other fanfics... hehehe...... I'm gonna try to keep this at least a weakly thing. No promises.

Word count with this little thing at the end: 1016.