Foxy sat on the curb, next to an old torn up pizzeria. He always waited here, waiting for somebody, to show him some kind of mercy. He had been stuck on the streets for 3 years now, ever since that day. The day his parents left him here, on the cold curb.
Foxy sighed and looked at the street. The road was gray, full of cracks and had trash strewn about it. The buildings around were practically falling apart.
"Take me out of this hell hole.." Foxy groaned, resting his face on his hands.
He waited. Hours and hours. It soon became dark, so he curled into a ball and slept.
He woke up to the sound of a running car.
Wait, running car?
He quickly got up and looked across the street. There was a black car parked there.
"Could this be my way out?!"
The car drove towards him, stopping just in front of him. Out of the back came a girl, who looked to be about his age. She had white hair, with pink streaks along it. Her eyes were amber colored.
Foxy was dazed.
"Who are you?"