Stella's Home

Part One

 Stella sighed. "Three more cents," she looked longley at a mannequin with clothes on it. Her white pants, now a dark brown, were starting to tear, and her long-sleeved, bright pink shirt was no longer the same. One sleeve was ripped off and the bottom of it was jagged. There was a tug on her shoulder.

"Mirosa!" Stella shouted, she hugged her street-sister. "How's The Street?" Mirosa asked. "Great! While you were gone, somebody moved into the cardboard house close to the back. Her name is Spring, she lent me some waffles she bought," Stella replied. "Doe you want this?" Mirosa asked. "Yes, but I'm three cents short," Stella sighed again. Mirosa looked at the mannequin.

There was a navy blue shirt, with a black jean jacket. There was a blue scarf around it's neck and tall-boots the color of night.

"I've got seventeen nickels and some pennies from a woman in front of a Walmart," Mirosa said to her friend. "Thanks!" Stella smiled. She entered the store.

There were black walls on each side of Stella and Mirosa. "Wow!" Stella said in amazement as she rushed to the clothes of the mannequin. "Oh! Look they come in different colors!" Stella exclaimed. "Pink, Midnight Blue, Navy Purple, Cacti Green, and Sheep White," Mirosa read aloud. "I'm gonna take Midnight Blue," Stella decided. "I'm going to buy Cacti Green," Mirosa smiled. "I didn't know you had an extra twenty dollars to spend at The Misty Fitter?" Stella asked. "I got a job at a gas station two blocks away from The Street," Mirosa explained.

Stella walked out of the store with the two bags of clothes in her hands. "You got a job?" she asked again. "Yes," Mirosa said again. "Will you buy us some food?" Stella asked. "Of course!" Mirosa said excitedly. "The Street is just over there," Mirosa pointed to a street that was covered with boxes, tin foil, duct tape, wooden boards, weather tape, clothes line, and even more random supplies. There was even markers taped onto the front row of cardboard boxes.

"This is Spring!" Stella patted the back of a blonde-haired girl with wintery-green eyes. "I bought waffles," Spring held out a box of Eggo waffles. "Sure!" Mirosa said, taking a waffle out of the box and started munching on the sun-warmed Eggo waffle. "Moona!" Spring yelled. "You know Moona?" Mirosa asked. "Yes! She helped me choose a home," Spring said. "Waffle?" Spring asked. "No thanks, maybe Mercy will want one," Moona replied in her high-pitched voice. "Okay," Spring said.

"Where's your house, Stella?" Spring asked her. "Just over here, I'll show you," Stella said back. They walked to a wooden house with two floors, a bubble wrap carpet, three large pails of water along it's side, and a piece of green-painted drywall.

"This is nice, did you build it?" Spring asked. "Kind of. I helped build it with my father. We built most of the houses here," Stella said. "How much money did your father?" Stella sighed. "Nineteen billion dollars," she said quietly, "We owned this street, a hardware store on Seventh Avenue, and a noodle company. We also inherited a lot of money from out great-grandma." Spring looked extremely surprised, until she felt rain hit her shoulder. "We need to get inside."