"Omg it's so cold. It's too quiet and there's no spot to just leave my stuff. Being homeless seemed so easy. Maybe I could just go back? No I can't. Everyone's going to be disappointed in me that I didn't go to college." Harper said talking to herself. Later in the nights, Harper enjoys listening to cars pass by and she enjoys walking to her local gas station and grabbing chips for herself every night. She most enjoyed a cute homeless old dude walk by waving with the few teeth he had left. "Hi Mr. Nazzi!" Harper would say each afternoon. This one specific day, Mr. Nazzi didn't walk by and neither did the mailman who had found her and started delivering to her. Harper didn't have a good feeling so she picked up her stuff. The city was quiet as could be. Harper was walking and stepped on something, she looked down and saw a crinkled newspaper. "Missing kids! Lock your doors and stay inside, police on the way." Harper read. She looked around and saw in the shadows of the city, red and blue lights. Then she heard the sirens. "Where's all the parked cars in front of the houses?" Harper wondered. In the distant she could hear her mom calling her name, her voice shaking. Harper crawled into a bush and began to cry. "I can't be taken." A kitty came out of the bush and startled Harper enough to make her get out of the bush as well. "Hello there little kitty!" Harper said gently. The kitty walked closer and then pounced. The kitty had scratched Harper's face and ran off into the shadows of the forest. "OW!" Harper screamed. "Is someone there?" A manly voice said. Harper darted back to the bush and hid. This is Harper's life now.
