Izzy glanced around to make sure no one was watching. That digital camera
was as good as hers. She snatched it from it's foam bed and ran out of the
shop as the owner of the electronics store yelled and began to chase after
her. Izzy grinned to herself. Once she was on the streets, no-one could
catch her.
Izzy was a tall girl, with very dark blonde hair, cut short and layered. Her eyes were a deep brown colour, and she was meant to wear glasses, but they weren't any good to her on the streets. The eighteen year old was homeless, lived in a park in the suburbs of Sydney. Her father had died before she was born, and her mother had kicked her out of the house at age sixteen when she was found with drugs in her room. They weren't Izzy's, she was just minding them for a friend. She didn't touch the stuff, usually. The girl made her living by stealing things and selling them later on the streets. She didn't have any hobbies, or interests, except for one. M*A*S*H. Every day a five o'clock, she'd go to her best friend's house and watch reruns of the show that had started in the seventies. She loved it, couldn't get enough of it. One day, she told herself every night, I'm going to buy a home, a TV and a DVD player, and every season of M*A*S*H on DVD. Until then, she had to steal things from shops to keep her alive.
Izzy glanced back. The guy who owned the shop she'd just stolen the camera from was gaining on her. He was getting fitter, she'd soon have to find a different place to shop lift, otherwise he might catch her one day. Izzy never went to the bigger stores, they had too many security cameras. Someone stepped in front of the shop owner, and Izzy grinned. A chance to get away. Her skirt flew out behind her as she ran out onto the road. She turned her head, and realised a red Ford was heading right for her. Izzy closed her eyes at it hit her, and she blacked out after hitting the concrete sidewalk.
Izzy was a tall girl, with very dark blonde hair, cut short and layered. Her eyes were a deep brown colour, and she was meant to wear glasses, but they weren't any good to her on the streets. The eighteen year old was homeless, lived in a park in the suburbs of Sydney. Her father had died before she was born, and her mother had kicked her out of the house at age sixteen when she was found with drugs in her room. They weren't Izzy's, she was just minding them for a friend. She didn't touch the stuff, usually. The girl made her living by stealing things and selling them later on the streets. She didn't have any hobbies, or interests, except for one. M*A*S*H. Every day a five o'clock, she'd go to her best friend's house and watch reruns of the show that had started in the seventies. She loved it, couldn't get enough of it. One day, she told herself every night, I'm going to buy a home, a TV and a DVD player, and every season of M*A*S*H on DVD. Until then, she had to steal things from shops to keep her alive.
Izzy glanced back. The guy who owned the shop she'd just stolen the camera from was gaining on her. He was getting fitter, she'd soon have to find a different place to shop lift, otherwise he might catch her one day. Izzy never went to the bigger stores, they had too many security cameras. Someone stepped in front of the shop owner, and Izzy grinned. A chance to get away. Her skirt flew out behind her as she ran out onto the road. She turned her head, and realised a red Ford was heading right for her. Izzy closed her eyes at it hit her, and she blacked out after hitting the concrete sidewalk.