This is a new story. Gonna try my hand at doing this, because it is loosely based on my English creative writing assessment. If its not good, please tell me, because I need the criticism to get better. Thanks :D
Being homeless is one of the worst things in the world. In the books, there is always a convenient shelter or some kind persons house to get warm and have food in. In reality, its always cold, and there are no spontaneous miracles. Never any food, or any place to shower. Just cold, dirty concrete, and the occasional policeman to get you out of the way.
You see, people don't want people like me in their city. They want the streets to be clean, without homeless people begging for money or food. I don't do either of these things. I used to ask for money, but after being spat on by a particularly rude man, I just got on the best I could on my own.
So I made the best of what I had, showering when I could, and eating when I could. As a result, I became anorexic, and pretty dirty. But I was happy. I prefer this to being unwanted anyday.
So… my name is Bella, I'm 5:5 tall, with muddy brown hair, and even muddier brown eyes, and this is the story of how one boy changed my entire life, with just three words…. "come with me….."
So there it is. Only short but it's a tester chapter. Personally I don't like my writing, but I thought putting it on here would be some moral support for me.. Please review, criticise or praise I don't really care.