Hey there story lovers! So this is my first is my first fanfic and I would really

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probably update every week or few days, depending on my schedule. Anyways,

without any further interruptions... chapter one :)

Chapter 1

I'm running through the streets and my lungs are gasping for air. I stumble to an

alleyway and try to disguise myself by hiding behind a dumpster. I see the lights of police

cars passing by, I hold my breath. When I don't hear anymore sirens I look past the fowl

smelling dumpster and let go the breath I had been holding. I looked at the bundle of

food I had stolen and let out a sigh of frustration. This won't be enough to keep my sister

and I for at least a week.

With a heavy heart, I get up, dust my pants off and start walking home, if you can call it

that.

Our little shack was just two miles from here and my sister is probably at home asleep on

our little frumpy couch. My heart broke every time I saw my little sister sleep on that

couch. She deserved better than that. I wish I could quench the hunger she feels every

time her stomach rumbles. I feel like every time is growls, it becomes louder.

After an hour walk, I try to get through our broken door without making a lot of noise,

but fail miserably. The door ends of falling on the floor with a loud thud and kicks up a lot

of dust. I grimace and tip toe inside. Once inside and see my sister stirring awake. My

poor sister, she never gets enough sleep because of her nightmares.

"Faith?" She croaks. "It's okay I'm right here, Lyla" I walk over to her and gently sit on

the couch beside her. She looks up at me with tired grey eyes and I immediately knew

she had another nightmare. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. She shook her head

no and snuggled with me.

After a few minutes of silence she spoke up. "It was about mom and dad again." I looked

down at her, she had tears in her eyes. I didn't say anything, I just hugged her closer to

me. "All we can think about know is that they are in a happy place," I whispered. I could

feel a tear drop from her cheek onto my hand. "But I miss them, it's not fair," her voice

cracks. Stay strong, stay strong, stay strong, stay strong. "I know it's not fair, life isn't

fair, but we have to push through it... for them." tears start to stream down my face and

it feels like we just lost them.

We were both really tired since, I came home late and Lyla had a nightmare. After a few

minutes of silence we both dozed off. When we did get up, the sun was just starting to

rise. I looked around our three room house and decided it was time to clean up a little.

Our little house has a bathroom, kitchen, and living room. When walking in, the first thing

you would see would be the living room, a shabby, little couch falling apart and a tiny

radio on top of a coffee table. The kitchen is a walk in kitchen, so it is separated by only a

wall. It consists of only a sink that spits out dirty water, a small round table and a stove

that won't turn on. The bathroom is to the right of the kitchen and has only of a toilet and

sink. We have to bath with the hose.

"Hey Faith?" I turn around to see my sister lightly holding her stomach. "What's wrong?"

worry consumes my mind.

"Did you bring any food back?" She asks this so sadly and innocently I have to restrain

myself from crying. "I didn't bring back as much as last time but enough to last us about

a week," I say optimistically, even though I knew that we would only have a few days

before all the food would run out.

"Can I please have some now? I didn't eat yesterday," she said looking down. I knew that

we should only eat in the middle of the day or later, but I couldn't object to her.

"Okay," I said. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the beat up lunch box I had found in

the dumpster. I opened it and took out an apple and a slice of bread that would last her

until this afternoon. "Thank you" she breathed and took the apple and bread, greedily

devouring it. When she was done, her eyes didn't look as sunken as before and she had

more hope in them.

"So" she said in a more lighter tone," Are you going to sign up for the selection?"

"I don't think so, Lyla, they don't let eights into the competition, it has never been done

before." I explained sadly.

"Come on Faith," she groaned. "Why not you? Plus this is the perfect time to sign up!"

"Why?"

"Because I stole a form which means you can turn in your form two months before

everyone else" she said proudly.

I was a little at loss for words. My little ten year old sister... stealing? "You did what?!" I

stood with my mouth agape.

"He he... umm I got a possible chance for us to live better lives?" She looked down

nervously.

I sighed,"Lyla, I know that the selection is a big deal and everything but One, they

wouldn't let an eight into the competition, Two, the selection is two months away, Three,

you shouldn't be stealing anything, and Four, I don't even like the prince!"

"Please Faith!" Lyla looks at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Lyla, I can't do, it I'm sorry," I say sadly. "Fine..." she huffs.

"Hey look on the bright side, today is the parade, so since we are up early we can be

there before everyone else!" I sing happily. She looks at me and groans.

"It's too eeaaarrrlyy," she flops back onto the couch. I laugh at her dramatic tantrum and

start to tickle her.

"Stop it! No! Stop!" I eventually stop and we are both laughing so hard there are tears in

our eyes.

"Don't. Do. That. Again," she gasps in between breaths. "Don't count on it," I say with an

evil smirk.

"Okay now I'm completely awake, thanks to you," she shoots me a glare and playfully

pushes me.

"Which means we should start walking, so we can get there on time." I get up from my

spot on the couch and start walking toward the kitchen to grab our water bottle. I then go

outside and fill our water bottle while waiting for Lyla. I see Lyla come out in the only

other outfit she has. A semi clean T-shirt with capped sleeves and jeans with holes in

them.

We start walking to the where the parade is supposed to start. As we start to see signs of

people walking toward the parade, Lyla and I start to search for one of our good and only

friends, Caroline. When I spot a patch of bright blonde hair in the crowd I start to jog

toward it and pull Lyla along with me. Caroline greets us both with a smile and hug and

we all wait patiently for the parade to start.

"Did you know that the royal family is supposed to be at this parade? That's why there

are cameras over there." She pointed a finger toward an area where there was a big van

with people bringing out video equipment. I immediately started to get nervous. There's

going to be cameras here? Oh no.. what if they recognize me? what if I get thrown in jail?

what if I lose my sister? All these thoughts start to run through my mind all at once and I

can hear the parade start. I have to get out of here.

"Caroline can my sister stay with you for the parade? I need to go it's an emergency," I

say seriously.

Caroline knows better than to question me,"Of course," she looks at me and nods at me

telling me it's okay to leave.

I try to walk like a normal person through the crowd as not attract to much attention but

my nerves get the better of me and I start to half jog half sprint toward my alleyway. All I

could think about was what if the cameras saw me, what if they caught a picture of me,

what if...As I am running I crash into someone. "Sorry! I didn't see where I was going!" I

apologized quickly and stumbled over my words but the person I ran into held up a hand

as to tell me to stop. Remembering what I was doing before, I said something along the

lines "I have to go" and started to sprint/jog again. Once in my alleyway I was frantically

pacing between two dumpsters trying to decide what to do. I could just wait it out or go

back home or keep on running away I thought. As a million questions and worries started

to swim through my mind, I didn't realize that the person I bumped into had followed me

and was now leaning back against a wall with an amused expression on his face.

I froze. He was gorgeous. I can't breath. I have never been good around guys, especially

really attractive ones. His blue eyes were so dark that they almost looked black and his

brown almost black hair was perfectly messed up. He had a shirt that clung to his body,

revealing very defined muscles, His jeans looked like something you would see in a

commercial and he was very tan.

This guy was perfect. Too perfect for my taste.

I assumed the worst and bolted. I could hear the guy shouting behind me "Wait!"

I ran faster.

I ran until the parade was a speck and pretty boy was nowhere in sight. That was when I

realized I never got any sleep and I just left my baby sister in a crowd full of strangers.

My worst fears hit me right then and there, and this time, I couldn't handle it.

I blacked out.

So why do you guys think Faith was so afraid of being seen by the cameras?

Give me your opinions and thoughts on this first chapter :)

Peace book lovers