The Pip

Beginnings

Abby was nervous. Very nervous. She was all alone and her breath fogged up the glass to a pound in New York. Being a stray orphan was not the easiest when her bossy older sister, Tia had personal problems of her own. Abby tapped the glass and it shocked her small finger. "¡Ay carumba!" she exclaimed. Her familia had been a large family living in the centré of Times Square in the train station. The animals stared blankly at her, as if she was some type of ghost and they looked straight pasted her rugged red sweater and her messy braids in her scraggly light brown hair; Tia's old patched up paisley dress that Abby loved but hated, although the annoying smells of cigarettes and moldy cottage cheese that clouded her thoughts on the most grayest of nights. Influencing her thoughts of death and oblivion and losing the nothingness that already she feared of losing. Abby was a small, shy, quiet girl who stayed in the corner of Tia's apartment, waiting for her high father to come home from Vegas, trying to gamble with his wasted money on drugs and more and more poker.