Guardian Angel
Delilah Shepard scrambled to get on top of the dumpster, trying to get a better view of her goal. The smell of gasoline, food, and trash wafted into her nose, making her cringe with disgust. "Hey, kid. You see anything yet?" One of her colleagues said. "There's an old woman pawning a, what looks like, an old vase, ain't worth shit! There's also a fat ass cop outside" Shepard relied. Her friend bellowed out a laugh. "You're a kick ass alright! How about you go and get that money for us?" he said. Shepard crossed her arms. "What's in it for me? We gonna split it 50/50?" she asked. "'Cause if we don't you can forget about having me on this little teamwork get up!" She said. "Yeah, yeah, sure, look if you just get us the money we'll split it. You get 10 credits and the rest of us get it what left." He offered. Shepard's eyes widened. "Pfft! I can get more credits selling my clothes!" she yelled "50 credits or nothin'!" She demanded. The member scoffed. "Fine, you greedy bitch, 50 credits!" he snarled. Shepard's lips folded a smirk. She leaned forwards to meet his eye level. "That's what I thought." She hopped off the dumpster and walked over, across the street and into the pawn shop.
Shepard walked behind the old and sneakily slipped her hand into her purse. Shepard cringed when the pawn shop owner said: "Is this your granddaughter, miss?" The old woman turned around and looked at Delilah. "Why hello little miss! What are you doing?" The old woman asked, kindly. Shepard opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted when the cops broke in. "Hands up little girl!" They yelled and pointed their guns at her. The old woman got between the cops and Delilah. "If I may, gentlemen, why is this lovely young woman under arrest?" She asked. The old woman's face was frail but stood its ground. Much like Shepard's mother, which she barely remembered? "This little nuisance is under arrest for: Theft, Vandalism, Shoplifting, and even Murder!" The cop announced. "I can assure you that this young woman would do no such thing. Look at her she's scrawny, obviously hungry, and in need of a long bath!" The old woman said tugging at Shepard's ripped shirt. "How about this: I'll take care of here and see if I can find a family that will suit her." She offered. The police officer scoffed "Huh! Good luck! She's been to at least 50 foster homes and no one will take her!" The officer said. The old woman stared at the officer, raising an eyebrow. Finally the officer cracked. "Ugh! Alright! You can take her! But if she caused any more trouble…" The officer said motioning towards the handcuffs on his utility belt. Delilah gasped and hid behind the old woman. The cops exited the pawn shop and left. The old woman turned around to face Shepard. "Now, you look like you could use something to eat." She said, holding her hand out for Shepard to take. Shepard nodded and held the old lady's hand.
Shepard ran out of the foster home screaming bloody murder. "Delilah! Delilah get back here! Now!" The foster-mother yelled. Shepard didn't stop, she just kept running. She ran out of the home, jumped the fence and down the street. Once she was sure she was far enough away, she ran into an alley way. She shrunk into a corner and cried. Why, why, why? What did I do wrong?! She thought. The family was ready to take her and ready to adopt her! But why didn't they take her? Was it because she was too ugly? Was it because they read her information file? What did she do wrong? Delilah wanted the pain to end.