Girl In Disguise

Four years ago...

Copyright © 2014 by Autum Loos

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Dear readers,

I’ll make this quick so you can get on to reading. But I’d just like to thank you all for taking the time to read this book. I’m no professional but I’ve love writing fiction since childhood and I take delight in reading even more. Also I just want to make you guys happy and enjoy the fiction world I’ve always appreciated reading about. If you don’t like the story that’s alright I’m just glad you took some time to try and read it. Alright, well thanks for hearing me out! I hope you enjoy the book.

A.J.L.

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I have always been a troublesome girl to most. I don't understand people. To others I'm weird because I stare at the stars and talk to the animals for comfort while they criticize me for my actions. What's so wrong about being antisocial when you've lived in the forest most of your life? And when you go into the big city you're looked at like you're crazy for wearing the only clothes on your back and a dirt covered face from digging a hole in the ground to sleep in when you have no shelter? Why am I constantly criticized because of who I am?

And yet again today I am judged with disgust as I walk into a large skyscraper building with fancy automating doors, crowded by people in clean fresh clothes and clear faces, giving me wide disgusted looks. I can see why I'd get those expressions wearing grimy torn jeans and an oversized T-shirt and blacken bare feet. Yet what could I have done when my family left me five years ago with nothing. They just upped and left. People in Manhattan can be so cruel at times.

Though, unfortunately, I have to come to the city and search for better options since I'm older.  Then maybe I can get new clothes and food instead of hunting fish and rabbits all the time. But so far considering I'm only thirteen and there are no jobs for under aged kids. It's not as easy as it sounds. That and I really don't want to be picked up by Social Services. I don't want to be a foster kid and depend on others like before. I can rely on myself. What good can it do to rely on anyone when my first foster family attacked me and was sent off to an insane asylum those distant years ago and my second family just left me because of their debt?, I think to myself as I walk, shyly, up to one of the main desks where a stern looking blond haired middle aged woman sits.

She looks down at me, adjusting her rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and glowers at me.

"Um...ma'am, d-do you have any work I can do to earn some money?" I ask, timidly, as I stare at the desk. I look up briefly to see her reaction.