CHANGE {Intro}
What do you think when you see a girl on the street? What do you think when you're driving around, in your warm car, when you see a girl huddled against an air vent, rubbing her arms, trying to keep warm? Do you think her boyfriend broke up with her, and she ran away from him to get away for awhile? Do you think she's some brat who didn't get something she wanted so she ran away for a night or two, just to scare her parents? Or do you look at all the options? Could she be homeless? Maybe her house burned down, maybe she had no one. Or maybe even worse situations. After you think about that, do you think about giving her a dollar? Giver her a coat, give her your extra left over change you don't want? Do you ask her her name, her story? Or do you just ignore her? Maybe even stray away as far as possible.
. Well. I'm that girl. The one on the streets. The one people ignore. It would mean a lot if someone asked me my name. Maybe even my story. Just one person. But I get on. You don't know what its like living on the streets untill you're actually living it As I walk down the streets, people look at me. Why? Probably because I'm not wearing any makeup like any other teenage girl. Maybe because the fact my hair hasn't been brushed that good for the past few days or it hasn't been washed since last week. Or maybe its because I don't excatly have the 'latest fashion'.
. But I don't care about the makeup, or even the new fashions. I was wearing baggy old ripped jeans and a slightly big one dollar shirt. Is that so bad? Apparently it is here. They expect people to
keep up. Not exceptable. I've been on the streets since I was fourteen. For two years. Which means I'm 16 now, if you didn't get that already. You learn how to live. I've lived in different states. The 'hood', also. You fight for things. Litterly, fight. I bet you don't know how it feels like to be surrounded by a group of , to put it nicely, 'harsh' black guys. Or white, also. To be faced with other
girls, girls who have knifes. Guns. Ones who threaten to hurt you, if you don't give them you're money. Ones that threatens you, if you don't give them everything clothing-like off your body. I mean anything, and everything you have. Yeah, I've been in those situations. 805 of self defence I learned on my own. And in situations when the person has a weapon, and you get out of it? You're lucky. If you're faced with a group of 5, some with weapons you're lucky. You're real lucky. People will beat you, take your stuff.
. Like I said, you learn how to live.
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So I'm thinking of naming this story either 'Change' or 'Left Over Change'. Listen to the song Change by Carrie Underwood :) I actually thought of this idea before I heard the song, but I think it fits. So I took some of the words and put it in with the intro. 4 Comments for the first chapter. I will have a character contest for this, I've made the first chapter and started on the second. You should write what the name should be on chapter one, also. Because it'll show who else is in it :)
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I can NOT wait!! Your amazing!!!
i want to enter the contest whe it comes out...YOUR AWESOME!
beth417 2 years ago
@beth417
THANKS XD
xSummertwilightxx 2 years ago
if I get one more comment, I'll post the first chapter :)
xSummertwilightxx 2 years ago