Homeless (Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 1

It was October. I was walking back home or whatever I should call it since I didn’t really own an actual home. Today was another long day of trying to make at least a little money on the streets to buy some food or warmer clothes since winter is coming. I made very little money today, but enough to maybe get a drink. I’ve been homeless for about a year and a half now and I have barely made any progress. I’m surprised I’m not dead yet. At times I feel like I deserve to die. After all that has happened in my past and everything that lead to me becoming this. But the future may be brighter. Probably not knowing my fucking luck, but I need to keep going. I was walking back to the abandoned house I’ve been staying at for the past few days until I felt like I was being watched. I tried shaking it off because I thought it was nothing, but I had a strange feeling. I turned my head to look around, but I saw no one. My eyes soon met a window of a house I have passed a few times before. When I looked into the window. I saw the curtain move as if someone closed it. As if someone was watching me..

(Michael’s POV)

I was hanging out in my room listening to Green Day the usual. I was looking out my window just looking around until my eye caught something. Someone. I saw a girl walking by the house. I feel like I’ve seen her a few other times before, but I have never REALLY looked at her. She had brown long hair and was carrying a small bag. She had on a plaid shirt that looked awfully dirty and it was ripped. Her jeans were ripped as well and her sneakers looked worn out. She looked like she was almost homeless. As i look more and more at her, I started to realize that she was actually quite stunning. She soon stopped in the road and looked around. I wondered what she was doing. Soon her eyes looked up into my window. I panicked and quickly closed the curtain. I waited a minute before I slowly opened it again. When I looked, I saw that she had turned the corner and was gone. Who was the girl? I have to know who she is? I’ve never seen her in school before. Maybe she’s home schooled. Where does she live? Maybe in the new house down the road? I put my lip ring between my teeth thinking about who she is. I have to know who she is this is going to bug me until I find out about her.