I don't have a home. I live my life as an outsider, a friendless orphan. I am practically Invisible. Right now I'm living under a bridge. The pigeons are my friends, the river my enemy. I talk with hobos, make trades with them. I have a few possessions: books. I read them over and over again. My favorites are ones about dragons, and Wizards, and faraway castles. I ran away from the orphanage a year ago, and I am never going back. They used to look for me, but they gave up. Probably think I'm dead.
It's freezing outside today. Little flurries are come down. Just enough to nip at your nose and make your cheeks raw. I was only wearing a sweatshirt and ripped up jeans, though. I was freezing. And hungry. That's not new though.
A couple walks past me. They start to slow down.
The woman turns to me, "Are you're parents here somewhere?" She reaches out to touch my arm, but before she gets the chance, I shy away and walk back towards the river.
The smell of food trucks is overwhelming. How long had it been since I had last eaten? A day? More?
I started to walk slowly to one that carried hotdogs.
I waited until the pudgy man that ran it got a customer. When one finally came, I lunged at one of the whiners roasting in the window, and ran as fast as I could in the other direction. I could hear shouts from behind me, but I just ignored them. Slowing down at the other side of the bridge, I sat down and started to eat. It was heaven on a bun.
After I finished eating, I looked around. It was getting dark, and I needed somewhere to stay for the night. I knew just the place. The library
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FantasyEmily has never had a real home. She is moved around from foster home to foster home all the time. so when she runs away she has excactly nowhere to go. By nightfall she ends up in the old library on maple street and spends the next few days hiding...
