Ongoing

Chapter 2

  I can feel the wind whipping past me flinging my hair into all directions blinding me momentarily as I plummet to the ground.
OOOOF
  My breath is knocked out of me as I fall into the pile of old wet abandoned mattresses and pillows, i had no idea how they got there and how no one had noticed them yet but they were perfect for escapes even though they weren't really soft ,but they would do the the bruises would face after a few days anyway. Thankfully I only have to do this like twice a week, I crawl out of the pile and flop onto the dirty alleyway floor laying face up letting the rain fall on my face. I'm bloody, bruised, grimy and sopping wet but I'm alive and I made it.

    I let out a low whoop as I clamber onto my feet, the great escape has been halfway completed. I remove my cloak to try shake out a some of the water but obviously its still raining so I just get more wet. I put it back on shrugging up my discomfort and soreness as it's now pretty heavy, I pull my at my annoying hair which is plastered against my face due to the rain. I would cut it since it's really long but matron would have a coronary , so I pull it away from my face into a low pony tail with a piece of ribbon I........borrowed from Angie.
I pull up my hood successfully shielding m face then head out of the alley into the bustling streets.

   It may be only about 5 in the morning but the sheets are full with people headed to the coal mines or the market stalls where they would exchange what little money they had to get *food*. In this crowd I would be in my element, my hooded clock would blend in easily seeing as it was raining and this was the main clothes people heading to the coal mines wore.  I slip in between people grabbing what I can my small size giving me an advantage, a moldy apple here, a penny or two there and after looking aroundncarefully I grab a loaf of bread and duck back into the crowd ignoring the angry yells whild grinning to my self. While I continue making my rounds the rain let's up into a light drizzle and the crowd is dispersing so I know it's time to head back.
In turn to leave when a loud high pitched scream catches my attention so I turn around to see a rat her interesting scene.

  Where we lived was the rich side of the slums located very near and when i say near I mean only a line divides it,  the rich side of the slums were located right next to the poorest rich. Now these poor rich or as we call them the Used-dwelleres , these were the folk who we near bankruptcy and could only afford living near us the Slum-dwellers .Now there were only two fates for these Used-dwellers and it was either they got back on their feet or....they become us one of the Slum-dwellers.
Now do you realise why this spot is popular for little street rates and pick pockets like me, it's because to new Slum-dwellers aren't very used to their new lives and were very careless with their things so people like me flourished.  Now this current situation I ma witnessing is a good example of why they are called the Used-dwellers.

   "I ASKED FOR TGHE HONEY BUN , NOT THIS RUBBISH!!!!. ITS PLAIN AND YOU KNOW I DONT EAT PLAIN" a voice screeched from inside one of the houses nearest to the Slums. I don't even bother to look around because I know NOBODY cares what's happening and magority won't look since this is a regular occurrence round here.
"STUPID GIRL SHUT UP ANDC EAT IT YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD , WE WONT SPEND ANYMORE MOBEY ON HONEY BUNS!!. THEY ARE A WASTE OF MONEY" Another voice screams enraged, probably the father and not even a second later the girl replies in a scream whiny tone."BUT I USED BAVE THEM ALL THE TIME, I WANT THEM WHY CANTBI HAVE THEM!!" Something sounds like a sharp slap, then loud sobs , and before I can react a small round projectile flies out of a window and into the street.

  My eyes when as I freeze up from shock,  just a few steps away from me is a perfect round and still steaming bun lying on the floor getting wet. Compared to us that part of town is relatively clean so I could easily pick it up knowing I probably wouldn't tempt teeth if I ate it.  The dumpling looks delicious but I know it would be dangerous if i even step over the line and cross into the radiant perfection of their states dirtuing it with my filth. I roll my eyes this is a great opportunity and I'm going to leave it?, screw it!!. I thopriw caution into the wind and hurry into the street my scruffy boots leaving marks as I race towards the bun. I kneel to grab it and stuff it into a separate pocket from my other things .
   I stand up and I'm about to bolt when the most horrible thing happens....
"Hey You!!
"What are you doing!!!"
I look through my hood tracing the voices to see about five Used-Dwellers boys and a lot bigger than I am. I mumble a rotten word under my breath recognizing the group of boys.
  "What's a measly little urchin doing on our turf" sneers the biggest one as my heart does flips in my chest, it's the leader Stephen who I have bad blood with after I've tricked and evaded his gang several times curse my intelligence and their absolute stupidity,  I absentmindedly tug my hood down a bit more and know I've made a mistake when a flash of recognition flashes through Stephens very unattractive face, a devilish sneer forms on his face.
  "Where under the hood?" A raspy voice sneers and I don't have to look to know it's Justin code named yellow.
  "You're right Yellow, let's see what's under the hood urchin" he sneers moving a step closer making me immediately take a step back. He knows who I am and if he actually gets my hood off things would end badly for me, I gotta get out of here I really regret coming for the bun. I glance around quickly for escape roots knowing I cant run back to the Slums because I would immediately be thrown back cuz no matter how poor the Used-dwellers are the could still give us Slum-Dwellers a lot of trouble,  so even if I get beat up no one would bat an eye, maybe some would grumble but none would care, I am an orphan after all.
  
    Which means my last hope are the Used-dwellers alleyway, completely uncharted territory, high chance of getting lost but it's my best option right now cuz it's either get revealed which would bring a whole lot of dilemmas or have a teeny weeny chance of escape.
  I give one last glance to the still approaching Stephen....., and run.

Ta daaaaaaa. I'm so try it's so late but moving to a continent and resuming school after half term is a hecking lotta stress cuz now I gotta adjust to the drastic change in temperature and catch up on all the workbive missed. Some time I feel like 😐😐😐😐😑😑😑😑😑😢😢😭😭😭😭😭😭*screaming in the distance* . But aside from that I'm doing ok, moss my friends a lot Tolu , Lisa I'm mainly talking bout you two but my awkward self has made friends and I'm doing ok.
  So I'm sorry that I forgot about everything I just remembered about this last night so after a lot of frantic searching , i found the book on which everything had been written down and was so relieved, and began to write this chapter.
All those who stuck around thank you soo much sorryg I took so long.
I appreciate comment and constructive critism , but unfortunately I can't reply to messages yet but I'll fix that issue.
  Love you all 3000 🤗🤗🤗😘😘💓💓💕💕💖💖
Byeeeeeeeeeee

P.S
Can't believe I almost forgot, Tolu's chapter is next, and if I haven't said so, this book is written by the both of us but since she's in boarding school I'm posting it. In hope y'all are ready , her writing style differed from mine but she's amazeballz.