This is just something I threw togther a while ago, I don't know if it's worth continuing though let me know if you want to see more.
Thanks guys
She stepped out into the cold London air, it was nothing she wasn't used to, but still, a shiver ran through her as she pulled her jacket tighter around her body. The young girl crossed the empty road and stood outside a decrepit bus shelter. The huge building she had come from loomed overhead, she stared up at it filled with contempt, longing for the life she had so recently been forced to leave. It had been two weeks since she'd been brought here and she hated it; not speaking to anyone, rarely daring to leave her home after dark, she was a prisoner to this horrid block of flats and this dreadful area. So lost in her thoughts, the girl hadn't noticed the figure cycling towards her.
"Aright love?" She jumped, startled by his sudden presence and spun around to face him. "Not seen you 'round here before" His demeanour was friendly but the girl new he was just sizing her up.
"Mhm" she hummed in agreement, too wary of him to talk.
"You got a problem?" He was irked by her lack of reply
"No, I just-" she began to answer but was cut of by the strangers giggles as he heard her Scottish accent.
"You really ain't from 'round here" he chuckled "that is some bad luck innit!"
"Is that a threat?" She spat at him, finding her confidence.
"Nah love, that's a fact!" He had began to cycle in a small circle around her "Unless..You're interested" He gestured to himself with a sly smile before adjusting his woollen hat.
The girl rolled her eyes and said nothing, tired of the conversation, hoping to see the bus she glanced down the street, seemingly ignoring the strangers mocking.
"Hmph, Your choice love, good luck out there"
To her relief he had already continued off down the road when she turned back around. A few moments later she boarded the bus and was on her way to central London.
All day her mind wandered as she strolled around the city one thing never leaving her thoughts for long, the strangers words niggled at her like a loose tooth. Did she really stand out that much? How was she going to survive around here?
Before she knew it the sun was setting and it was time to return home.
When she arrived back she headed straight for her bedroom, knowing it would be futile to try to talk to her mother, they hadn't had a real conversation since he left and she was sick of trying, looking into her mother's empty eyes had become to painful. She threw herself onto her bed and fell asleep almost instantly
1:34am the clock shone as she was awoken from her light slumber, she sat upright and looked around in the darkness as if to identify what had roused her. Then she heard it, that unmistakeable sound, sobbing echoed through the tiny flat a sound she couldn't bare to listen to so she dressed quickly, reached for the small metal box she kept under her bed and silently slipped out of the flat. The air in the hall was chilly but better to be cold than stuck in there she thought. Her footsteps echoed around her as she walked towards the stairwell, she was reminded of how lonely she was. Tears began to roll down her cheeks silently as she sat down on the cold stone steps and began to roll up a joint from the box she carried with her. Soon she felt better but the tears kept flowing, probably been backed up for too long she thought when suddenly the serenity of the stairwell was interrupted.
"Moses?" A voice came from the stairs above "Moses, is you blazin' without me down there blood?"
"Shit!" she swore under her breath, joint still captured between her lips as she attempted to waft the smoke away while footsteps grew ever closer.
"Don't hold out on me bruv"
In seconds they were face to face.
"You again?" the girl exclaimed in a hushed tone, recognising the tasselled woollen hat the boy wore and he grinned at the sight of her
"Couldn't keep away eh?" he said smugly
"I live here" she replied unimpressed by his cockiness
"In the block? You for real blood?" He seemed surprised "I knew you was a cool one soon as I saw you, you get me?"
He winked and pointed to the joint in her hand, "Hook me up, yeah?"
"That's not what you said bef...-" She began to protest but thought better of it, why pick a fight with the only person she'd spoken to since she moved here. "Sure"she passed him the joint and they sat on the stairs
After a while of talking and smoking they found they got on well, before long they laughed and joked like old friends until the conversation took a somber turn.
"You must be livin' in Dennis' old flat" The boy said, looking down at his feet, she could tell this was a touchy subject.
"Who's Dennis?"
"He was a mate, an a good man bruv" he replied, still looking down
She knew she shouldn't ask but curiosity took the better of her. "Was? What happened to him?" she said cautiously
"He was killed, by them aliens man, believe!" he said taking another draw of the joint he was holding. "His parents moved outta the block not long after, to many memories or somethin'
The girl snorted a laugh at the mention of aliens and regretted it instantly when he shot her a nasty look " Are you taking the piss?" she asked puzzled.
"Nah man, last year, these big alien gorilla wolf mother fuckers invaded the block"
He went on to tell her an elaborate story of aliens, deaths, explosions and how he and his friends managed to save the day from these beasts before showing her the huge scars he had on his shin.
"You've been smoking to much" she giggled at his serious expression
"Believe man, I ain't even lying"
"If there was aliens here, the whole world would know about it"
"But they covered it all up, that's what they said when they arrested us, didn't want to cause a panic or some shit" He seemed determined to convince her.
"Yeah, yeah" she replied mockingly still as sceptic as ever "Look its getting late, I should head home"
"Right! If my nan realises I'm gone I am dead" he giggled standing up "Hey listen, tomorrow, do you wanna like chill or somethin'?" He was as confident as ever
"Why not" she shrugged as she opened the door to the corridor "274, come get me yeah?"
He nodded quickly and turned to start up the stairs. "Wait, what's you're name man?" he asked quickly
"I'm Samantha"
"Call me Pest, blood" He gave a funny little bow and ran up the stairs grinning to himself all the way.