I DO NOT OWN BIG TIME RUSH OR ANYTHING ELSE USED IN THIS STORY BESIDES AMILEE
9 year old Amilee Addison sat on the side of the street. It was around 9pm and not very much cars were driving by. Her parents had abandoned her on her 8th birthday, telling her she was worthless and talentless. It had been just over a year now, and she was still living on the side of the streets. She was super skinny from the minimal amount of food she got, her pink dress was all dirty and torn, she was bare footed, and her long brown hair was all tangled up and most likely had bits of leaves and branches caught on it. She remembered when she was younger and her parents weren't crazy, when they would call her their little princess and their angel, and they would tuck her in at night and sing her to sleep… It was fading so quickly it was like it never even happened. Amilee was small for her age. Quite short, and people could easily mistake her as a 6 year old. Then there was her eyes. The once sparkling crystal blue eyes now looked dull and grey. She knew people saw her. She would see them looking at her. All they would do is glare and walk away. The only person she ever met was this old man in his late 60's. He was kind to her, brought her to his home and fed her, let her watch TV… That lasted two months. He was cooking dinner one night when he had a heart attack. His hand hit a container of oil as he fell down and the oil spilled over the hot stove, bringing the kitchen to flames. The man died, and Amilee ran away, knowing he was gone and that she had to get away from the fire. She walked for days along the side of the highway… She walked to a whole different town. She stayed there, eventually found out the name of it and was able to make her way around the whole place. And then everything comes back to now. It's been about half a year since she made it to this place. She sighs and stands up, walking down the sidewalk, watching out so she doesn't step on any glass. It's cold out, and she doesn't have a jacket or anything to stay warm. She turns the corner into any alley where she will be blacked by the wind when she stops. On the ground in front of her, lay two pieces of paper. She picks them up in her small hands and moves back onto the sidewalk so she can read the writing on the paper with the street lights. She scans the paper. The first one is a concert ticket. And the other one is a backstage pass. Both are for the band Big Time Rush. She remembers seeing them on TV when she was at that man's. Big Time Rush was her favorite show. She looks at the date and nods, before putting the two pieces of paper into the little pouch she found. The concert was tomorrow.
The next day, she went into the public washroom at the mall and tidied up. She washed her hair as best as she could in the sink, and brushed it out with her fingers. Earlier in the morning she had collected enough money to get a piece of bread from the bakery and a new dress. The only thing she couldn't afford, was some shoes. She washed her face and put on her new dress, throwing out the old one. It was still very evident that she had been living on the streets. Scrapes and bruises covered her arms, legs and face. But there was nothing she could do about it. She finished getting ready and walked to the stadium. It was just minutes before the concert started. She handed the man her ticket and he guided her to her seat, a few seats up from the front. She was excited. This was the best thing that had happened to her since she was little… err…. Littler. She could've given the tickets to someone else for money, but she had a feeling that somehow, this would change her life. How? Amilee had no idea.
A/N: It's very short, I know. But the chapters will get longer. I have major writers block and this was the best I could do. I'll Update soon.