Trapped

Running

Ivory
My eyes snap open. It is dawn. A commotion is happening outside. An angry woman is screaming. It takes a few moments to spot her through the huge leaves. When i spot her, i am not taken by suprise.

She has rollers in her hair, and a face full if makeup. The multiple layers of cake fail to hide the bags under her exhausted eyes. She is in a pristine white robe and appears to be waving what looks like a wooden spoon... In my direction.

"OUT, YOU FILTHY BEGGER!" she screeches. Half the street has been woken up. "Go on, get out of my tree! Is this some joke?". I watch as she almost topples into her pool, the azure blue water lapping around happily.

"OUT!" she bellows. I catiously climb out of the tree. Catching sight of my tangled mess of hair, my dirty hoodie and ripped leggins, her stone-cold expression somewhat softens.

Handing me a £5 note, she orders me to "buy yourself some lunch, and please step off of my property". I mumble and quick word to thanks and turn and bolt.

Once i turn a corner and am safely out of sight, the tears start seeping out of my eyes efforlessly and though i am overflowing. I didnt bring any money for money for food. I have only £5. Looking up, i realise i am in town.

A middle aged man in standing a few feet away from me, emgrossed in his phone. His plain brown wallet is sitting unprotected in his jeans back pocket. Without thinking, i creep foward, swiftly grab the leather pouch and make up escape.