In The Stars

Rejection. Something everyone can relate to. Me? I live on it.

I'm the poor little girl who isn't supposed to have a happy ending. I'm homeless, orphaned, and had to watch my parents die. I can't get a job, so I can't pay for food. My life if a big pond of misery. So where does that leave me?

Nowhere. I'm nobody. The only reason I exist is because I serve a purpose. We all do. What is that you may ask? Well, even I don't know. So I do what has to be done. The only way I know to stay alive.

I steal.

It's not my fault I grew up to be this way. I was raised by a family of thieves. That's why I'm the only one left. Everyone else in my family has been banished, sentenced to death, or doesn't even know this place exists.

My parents tried to raise me better. They only stole to keep me healthy and happy. They wanted my life to be different from theirs. Secure a well-paying job, live in a safe neighborhood, raise a well-off family, the normal life. They wanted to watch me grow-up to be a successful women.

However, there plans were cut short.

They were caught by the Truzian Royal Guard. I went out to the square. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. One second I pushed my way to front, only to see ropes around my parents necks, the next the door underneath their feet gave out, and they're left their, hanging. I couldn't move. The only people who ever loved me, the only people who ever cared about me, were gone.

Now here I am, a twenty-four year old woman who steals to keep herself and others alive.

This has been my lifestyle for the last 11 years. Steady, the same, unchanged. Everything was perfect for me.

Until I met him.