Dead Girl

Chapter 3

I was still walking down one of the garbage streets as I liked to call them but my odd future informed mind said that it was an alley way. Uh I hated these but it's easier to walk here cause nobody comes down these. I get why, I mean it smells like rotten cheese and gym socks. But truly I prefer it to the crowded, smelly, loud streets. You can't see anything through the crowd of people.

I just want my old life which I guess means I want to be dead. I don't want to remain being this lost confused little girl. I'm too tired to keep on walking so I turned the corner and slid down the wall. I need somewhere to stay and someone to talk to. Someone who is from the 1800's like me. But that's not going to happen. I get that much. People don't pop up from the dead all the time.

"Uh, mother give me 10 more minutes." I intelligently mumbled as someone had shaken me awake. I opened my eyes to only find a small boy about a year or two younger than me.

"It's ok I was just going to let you know I have an apartment not far from here you could stay in. I have the couch empty if you would prefer." asked the boy, apparently not everyone is so rude around here.

"Who are you may I ask?" I questioned.

"Charlie Harrington, and no this i not a trap. Just something tells me you're not in your time like me." replied Charlie.

"I'm not in my time. You're right. I Maria Gifford. Born 1815 and died 1827. You?" I said standing up and brushing off my jeans then shaking this kind boys hand. I felt like I could trust him and at the moment that what I needed. Someone I could lean on.

"I was Born 1802 and died 1812. So I take your coming with me."said Charlie.

"Yes I am. Sounds better than what I got now. Now lets go."I replied. before pulling him towards the crowded streets.