yeah warning first story here. yep. i like cookies.
Sleeping in trees, willing to do any job for the smallest amount of money and most importantly eating enough to be sure you can survive another day. Ahhh the wonders of being a street kid. Yeah I guess you can say I didn't have the best childhood but running away ,I think, is one of the best choices I've ever made it's a lot better than getting beaten by your dad anyways. I am max and I have been a street kid ever since I was seven.
I am currently living in New York one of the most populated and expensive places in the world. Not to mention it has tons of homeless people in it. Now I am going to one of my very favorite places in New York, the academy of art. I go there sometimes to remind myself that someday I'll get out of this state in my life and hopefully someday get accepted there. To be blunt I love art. It's the only thing that makes me feel that things will get better. As people pass by something catches my eye.
It's a bright piece of paper stuck to the door. I go up the steps and attentively take it off the door. It's an application for a summer art program. Should I apply? Hmmmm stay in an actual room for a whole summer and do what you love or live on scraps of food and sleep in trees. Tough choice, I know.
I slowly start filling out the application. Name: maximum ride. Says to send in a sketch of your artwork, a parent signature yeah gonna have to forge that and to meet in the lobby of the academy at 9:00 am tomorrow. Doesn't sound too hard, worth a shot. I just hope I'm not too late.
I decide to put one of my drawings of bird kids in with my application. I gingerly tear it out of my sketch book, one of my few possessions and attached it to the paper.
I go up to the front desk and set it down on the table the woman sitting there looks up at me from her paper work and smiles. She has warm brown eyes and curly dark hair.
"Hi. I would like to apply for the summer art program." I said in a horse voice.
"Looks like you're just in time there was only room for two more" she says in a kind voice.
I keep an impassive face but inside inside I was jumping up and down and screaming YES! I smiled and left with a smile.
Just as I turn I come face to Unknown Person .Just as I'm about to fall a strong hand grips my fore arm and pulls me up right.
"Sorry" a deep voice says when I see the is that it is a person who is tall, dark and kinda cute I guess.
"s'okay" and then I run out the door I look back and see him he staring back at me and griping the same neon green paper in his hand. Hmmm maybe I will be seeing him again, hopefully.