When i'm Home

As Leila set down her keys, letting them drop to the floor, she noticed a note on her rotting desk. Leila sat down, shaking. June had died out, July had come quicker then a bullet shot out of a gun. Her rent was overdue by many months, and she had been fired from her job. What was a teenager to do with so much regret?

It has been two months since Leila got the final notice. One month in a shelter, hating life, the next one on the damp and dark streets. She hadn't expected much luck in the large city of New York, there where so many people that nobody would take a second glance at a teenage girl on the street. But someone did. Connor Smithson.

Connor Smithson, where do we begin about him? He was athletic, smart, had gorgeous eyes that would make even Godzilla feel overwhelmed. But that's not the point about him. Leila didn't see a gorgeous boy before her- she saw a kind soul. More kind then anyone else that hadn't looked back at her. Connor opened the car door.

To be Continued. .