You linger in front of the shelter that you know houses the Parry family - the tattered cardboard sign tied to the side confirms it. You don't even know if she lives with her family. What if she has a brother or something who'll tell you to 'get your scrawny arse out of here'?
Your questions are answered when the girl in question appears out of the doorway. She seems to be in a hurry, and takes a moment to notice you.
"Morgan? What are you doing here?"
You freeze. Once again, the infamous Morgan Price brain has let you down.
"Uhm..." you manage. Rhiannon looks unimpressed.
"Did you seriously come all the way here just to talk to me? You live eastside, don't you?"
"Er, yes, I do. And yes, I guess so."
She rolls her eyes, and you get the feeling you're just another annoying boy to her. You make an attempt to redeem yourself. "Er, I think you might know my sister? Gwen Price?"
Her face changes immediately. "Oh! That's it! You're Gwen's little brother. I thought the hair was familiar."
Oh, and you wouldn't recognise me for anything else, would you? Nothing like the guy who's holding this entire disaster of a revolution together? You grin anyway. "That's me! Little Morgan!"
She notices your sarcasm and raises an eyebrow. You shrug and mouth what?, before realising that there's no real need to mouth anything and you're acting like a kid again. You have to be careful about these things when you're four foot eight and skinny for your age. Not like anyone here is well-fed, but in your case the skinniness is genetic.
"So," you change the topic, a little awkwardly. "I'd best be off then. See you around, I guess?"
She shrugs. "Whatever." She turns and walks back inside. You must admit, you're a little disappointed to see her go.
