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I'ma crazy cunt I know....lawl notha story ;D
I TRIED TO USE LIAM BUT HE WOULDN'T COOPERATE!
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•Nyla's POV•
Feeling a freezing breeze I looked up at the sky from my position, the ground, the streets. Where I would always be I bet. I watched as snow just fell from the sky, flake after flake. Sticking my tongue out I felt as a mini flake just feeze the tip of my tongue.
Getting up from the concrete pavement I walked over under the underpass to where I would always sleep freezing my self to death. There was no other choice for me after all I am homeless and abandoned. My parents and I didn't spend much time together, I was raised in what I guess you call the ghetto.
But let me introduce my self, shall I? My names, Nyla and I am totally a 17 year old teen that lives in the streets, if you haven't guessed that already. Why don't I live with my parents.....well first of all, they sold drugs just to maintain a damn small apartment.
They ended up getting, well killed. Cause they were caught by ya know, the po po. Or should I say the police, cops whatever. I was only 13 when this happened. I guess you can say I've lived on the streets for a while now. I've most likely grown into the streets.
I honestly to get money, I usually play my guitar over by the fountain then some people gather around eventually. When I travel do I hail a cab? No. That's just a waste of my money, I most likely or should I say, I use my skatboard to get places, with my guitar strapped around my shoulder.
Skating over to the fountain I usually end up going to I stretch my arms up into the air taking a nice deep breathe of the cold air. Sitting down I started to play my guitar to the tune of 'Die Young' By Ke$ha.
I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young
We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young
I stopped to the sound of a voice that sounded like a nice elder lady. "Hello."
Looking up I saw a nice looking lady with blonde hair and pale, tan like skine. "Um, hi?" I questioned my own responce. Should I tell you I'm anti-social? I don't really even know how to talk to people for gods sake.
I herd the elder lady chuckle. "Care for some tea?" She asked.
Looking around my surroundings to make sure she was talking to me, I found my self at a stop staring into her blue eyes. "Tea?" I asked with a bit of a choke in my voice.
The kind looking lady curled the corner of her lips making her face appear with a smile. "Yes, tea."
"Me?" I asked once more.
"Yea, now come join me. You could catch a horrible sickness out here in these winters."
I stayed put. "Me? Tea? Your asking me?" I bet by now I sounded like a mental person. Not saying that I have something against mental people.
"How about this, I'll come back here with some tea for you."
I nodded my head, knowing what I was about to do. It was all planned in my head so well. The lady smiled and walked off. Placing my guitar strap around my should I rolled my skateboard onto the pavement and rolled off. Pushing off my foot for speed I placed it onto the base of my skatboard. I honestly felt bad for the kind lady.
Passing a skate park I stopped making a small swerve on my board. My face lightened up. Picking the up my board I ran into the skate park, noticing how many people were there I felt butterflies. I'm not used to being around people.
Taking out of my thoughts I herd a deep like voice. "Hey, you lost?"
I turned around with wide eyes. "Huh?"
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