"And there's no way we can fix this brian? After two long years, there's nothing we can do?" she asked, trying hard to hold back her tears. Her face turned red.
He shook his head. "No," and walked away, leaving her there.
She sniffed, and when he was out of sight, tears streamed down her face at what now appeared pale as snow.
She was cute. At seventeen years old, she had thin, dirty blond hair that fell two or three inches below her shoulders, and dark blue, almost gray eyes, like ice. But now her eyes were puffy.
She was still standing on the dark streets of Manhatten, New York, past ten o'clock, which usually scared her. But she wasn't scared right now. All she could think about was Brian and what he had done to her. How could he leave her like that after they've been together for over two years? And for another girl. It seemed stuff like this was always happening to her. Was it them? She didn't think so. She thought it was deffinitly her in this case.
She sunk down against a building and cried, and cried, and cried some more. "What is wrong with me?" she thought to herself.
Though she didn't mean to fall asleep on the streets, she did anyway, without knowing. The next morning she slightly opened her eyes and the sun shone bright. She squinted, and then opened her eyes; jumping as she did so, a little boy's face was directly in front of her's.
"Hello miss," the boy said, giving her a wide smile. "Why are you sleeping against that building?"
"Umm...I didn't mean to. I accidently fell asleep here last night," she replied, looking around, not seeing much going on besides a few trollies and people going by.
"How can you accidently fall asleep curled up in a ball like that?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said, wondering why this little boy was questioning her like she was being interviewed.
"My name's Les," he said. "What's your name?"
"Kylie," she said.
"Nice to meet you. I've never even seen you around here before, Kylie. It looks to me like you could use a little help," he said, and started to walk off.
"No, really. I don't need any help. I'm fine. But thanks anyway," she yelled after him. But he just went on with what he was doing.
Kylie rubbed her eyes. She felt weak this morning.
A minute later, Les was back, followed by two other people.
"What's goin on, Les?" one of the boys asked Les.
"Her name's Kylie!" Les said excitedly, pointing to her as if he had discovered bury treasure.
When the two boys spotted her, their eyes widened and they walked over to her with Les at their sides.
"Hey, are you alright ova there miss?" the taller of the two, asked her.
"Oh yeah, I'm ok, thanks. I just fell asleep here last night," she said.
They raised their eyebrows and gave her a look.
"Why don't I give ya a hand there," the taller one said and he held his hand out for her to grab. "The name's Jack. Jack Kelly. I been around these parts for a long time and I ain't eva seen yous here."
"Yeah. Well I don't really get out much," she replied, grabbing his hand as he pulled her up. "Thanks," she said, smiling at the two.
"This is RaceTrack, a good buddy a mine," Jack said, patting Race on the back.
Race put his hand out to her to shake. "hey, nice ta meet ya," he said, smiling.
"You look like you had a rough night," Jack started. "Why dontcha come back to da lodgin house wid us?" he asked.
"Well I dunno..." Kylie started. "Oh come on!" Jack butted in and took her by the arm, in the direction of what she guessed would be the lodging house.
"The boys are gonna love this goyle," Race whispered into Jack's ear.
"You're tellin me," he said.
