Adopted, Confused, Scared. ( One direction)

Chapter 1.

It was a normal day for me. I got up, walked around the park, then did my job. By job I mean I begged for money. I am currently homeless. At the age of 14. Of course, I end up getting more money because people have sympathy for me. I don't need sympathy. I don't need their sympathy. But whatever brings the money in. My living situation is either on or under a park bench. I sleep under when the weather gets bad and on top when its nice. My clothing consists of a worn out letterman's jackets, ripped jeans, and an old pair of oversized sneakers. Today Im going into town to beg. Seems....... More popular. I fix my hair before leaving my bench.

On the way there I see kids and their parents hand in hand walking to Lord knows where. As soon as I arrive I head straight to this park that one of my " customers told me about. I go straight to the water fountain to look more... Approachable. As I finished I looked around for the perfect place for my cardboard sign and I.

I decided on place called "Nandos". As I was about to sit down a big black car showed up and let out five boys. I rolled my eyes but then something caught my eye. The blonde boy's beard wasn't real. I can see it coming off. I have the need to tell him. I look around so no one will notice.

"Hey. Whoever your try to hide from is probably going to notice your beard isn't real." I say just above a whisper.

"Hi little girl. What are you talking about? Fake beard." He scoffs. In may I say a very fake accent.

"The beard is falling off your face and your fake british accent isn't helping either." I was trying to be nice. Damn.

"Oh you noticed that.....?" He nervously chuckled. Now speaking... i think Irish.

"Yeah. Yeah I did. Soon others will too. But have fun." I say sitting back down with my sign.

"Are you homeless?" Asked the same Irish boy.

"Whats it to ya?" I spit.

"Well how old are you?"

"14"

"Oh. Wow. How long?" He asked as his expression turned soft.

"Since I was 10."

"Do you need money?"

"Didn't you read the sign? but its ok I don't need your money."

"Here I insist. I couldn't imagine living out ok the street. He hands me.... 250 pounds!!!! I think thats what they say here. Im from America.

" By the way, are you from across the pond?" He asked looking my up and down.

"Yes. Well I guess. My mum sent me here to find my dad. But lets just say he isn't the nicest of men..... so here I am."

"He kicked you out?"

"I guess you could say that." I say looking down.

"By the way I can't take this much money."

"Trust me I don't need it. I've got plenty."

"But-"

"Too bad."

"Oi! Are you coming or what?!" Screamed one of the guys he was with.

"Thank you. But you should get ack to your buddies. I really appreciate it." I say sitting down stuffing the money in my pocket.

"Hey um..... stay safe." With that he walked inside to meet his four friends inside.