Finding Home

Chapter 1: My Life

First, let's start off with where I live. I live on the streets. Yeah, not much of a surprise there. I mean nobody would want a teenage girl like me living in a nice, welcoming home. It would mostly be because of my pink, short hair, the tanktop & pants that I found in an abandon car, tattoos down both my arms, my ears are covered in earrings, & not to mention that I steal for a living. So yeah, I don't look like the friendly type of person to walk up to and hug. People either ignore me or run away. As you can tell I'm living the life...not.
"Blake....Hey, Blake!"
"Huh? O, What is it Buck?"
I forgot to tell y'all I got a little brother. I call him buddy. If it wasn't for this little fella I wouldn't have anyone in my life, & I wouldn't know what to do without him. "Earth to Blake." He laughs alil while smiling up at me with a twinkle in his silver eyes.

"We are at the store. Can we go in now?"

Guess I didn't realise we was already here.

"Yeah, we can. Do you remember the plan little buddy?

"I sure do." He said jumping up & down excitedly.

"Okay, okay. Just calm down. Now you go in first and I'll go in after you, okay?" I said looking down at him.

"Yes ma'am." He said gleefully to me.

We walk in the store & I grab a buggie(shopping cart). "Okay we are in go do what you got to do", I said winking at him. "Gotcha." He took off happily wondering around the store full of people. While I went to get the things we needed like; clothing, hats/caps, shoes, food/sweets, water/drinks, couple of backpacks & purses, & toys for Buck to have something to entertain himself. Now all Buck had to do was work his magic.

"Make a scene, Make a scene." Buck whispered to himself. "Ooooooo, that will work perfectly." He ran over to a rack filled with all different kinds of guns & takes down a pistol. "What do you think your doing?" Says a sturn voice. Buck turns around to find a large, tall guy standing behind him. "Hand it to me now son." He said looking down at him with an angry look. "Y-Yes sir, I'm sorry for doing this." Buck lowered his head then smiled back up at the man. The man was confused then a bang was heard throughout the whole store. Buck started crying loudly while doing so he quickly placed the gun in the man's hand. "HE SHOT ME IN MY FOOT!!!" Buck screamed while still crying. Everyone turned toward the man with the pistol in his hand. "Wait, this is not was it looks like. He did it." The man looked down at the little boy on the floor now holding his foot. "How dare you shoot that poor kid", said someone in the crowd now filling in. Another person told someone to hold him down while they called the police. With all the commotion going on his sister  snuck out of the store. Buck followed right behind her slowly when she gave him the signal.

"You did good little buddy." I said to Buck.

"Yeah, thanks but now my fucking foot hurts", He said jumping in the buggie.

"I know let's get somewhere safe first, then I'll help you with your foot & get the bullet out. Okay."

"Okay, but you owe me big time." He said looking pissed off.

I laughed & rubbed his head.

"I know, I know."