I sighed and started strumming my guitar, my bags were behind me, it was so fucking cold that night, I hoped that today I'd at least make enough to eat a decent meal I love busking, pays not always great but I love it. I closed my eyes and started to sing.

"White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, day's end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men
And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cos we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple of grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim and stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes

Weary-eyed, dry throat

Call girl, no phone
And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cos we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple of grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

An angel will die

Covered in white

Closed eye

And hoping for a better life

This time, we'll fade out tonight

Straight down the line
And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries
They scream

The worst things in life come free to us

And we're all under the upper hand

Go mad for a couple of grams

And we don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland

Or sell love to another man It's too cold

For angels to fly Angels to fly

To fly, fly Angels to fly, to fly, to fly

For angels to die"

My lips felt frozen, it was that cold. I sighed and counted up the cash, thirty dollars. That was good, I could go to the diner and get something to eat and drink. I put the money in my wallet and my guitar away in its case. I slung all my bags over my shoulders and sniffled as I walked to the café. I sat down at the counter and closed my eyes, my fingers still felt frozen. It was way too cold to be real, it may just be because I didn't have any warm clothes.

I ordered a curry and salad with apple juice, it tasted good, I think food always tastes better when you earn it. I bit my bottom lip, it tasted like apples. I smiled weakly and blinked.

I finished my food, all I want is to get out of this shit hole, my shitty life. The only good thing in my life is busking. Goddess, it sucks, it sucks balls, being cold in the winter, hot in the summer… I hate the city, it smells, too many people, everyone's rude. I wonder what it would be like to live in the suburbs or the country. I munched my food slowly, enjoying the flavour, yes; working for food definitely makes it taste better. I sighed, and scratched my nose… It's been like this for years… I closed my eyes and remembered, my life… what was my life.

I was sitting in the back of our family car, mum had packed me a duffle bag, I held it close, and I had my backpack, I was only eleven… I didn't understand much, what was happening. I scratched my nose, and looked down at my guitar. I saw mum and dad exchange glares and funny looks, whenever I asked where we were going, they just glared at me and told me to shut up.

"M-mum… please tell me where we are going…" I asked with my voice heavy with worry
"Chelsea, for the LAST time, shut it or I will come back there and I will-" Dad growled, mum cut him off by placing her hand on his arm, and looking at him. Dad backed down, but I saw his grip tighten on the steering wheel, his knuckled turned white.

"Get out" Dad said angrily

"Wh-Why?" I said

"GET OUT" Dad screamed, "And take your bags with you" I grabbed my bags and opened the door, I watched my parents car speed up down the long road, and all I could do was watch… and feel the tears roll down my cheeks, my parents left me

I finished my salad and my apple juice, then I grabbed my stuff and headed out of the diner. I stepped out, and saw the cars coming and going, then I walked across the street. I sighed and walked across the green grass of the park. I sighed as I walked under the shelter, it was warmer there, they had heaters… I sat down on one of the benches, it was hard and uncomfortable.

I was used to it by now, in my four years on the street, the sheer crappiness of it all, I despise it… It sucks…

Right now it was a holiday season, just after new year's… I sighed, steam came out of my mouth. I drifted, slowly and uncomfortable to sleep.

Sunlight shone through my eye lids, I blinked and rubbed my eyes. Sleep fell from the corner of my eyes and onto my clothes. I brushed it off and yawned, I was so tired. I grabbed my stuff and sat up.

I crossed the street and sat on pavement, I would have been there for hours until a voice drummed through my ears "What are you doing sitting on the corner like that?" a woman's voice asked

I chose to ignore her "It's rude to ignore people when they talk to you" a male's voice said
"I-I'm sorry" I said "I'm just upset because, my life sucks"

"why would you say that"

"Because I live on the streets of a smelly city and my parents ditched me when I was eleven" I said bluntly

"Oh... well we have a lot of room in our house, would you like to stay with us?" I looked up at her "We can provide you with food, shelter and showers"

This was too good to be true, but neither of them looked like murderers or rapists, so I smiled a little "Really?"

"Really, now allow me to introduce myself, My name is Mary Anne Julie Rosalie Regison"

"My name is Edward Carlile Emmette Jasper Charlie Jacob Regison" he smiled, he had light blue eyes and blonde hair, his wife Mrs Regison, had long black hair and purple eyes. I smiled as Mrs Regison helped me up "My name is Chelsea Nerrisa Bloodstone" I rubbed my back and picked my bags up
"Nice to meet you, Chelsea, now come with us" I followed Mr and Mrs Regison to a black convertable and sat in the back seat. We drove for about half an hour Mrs Regison asked me questions like "What do you like to do?"
"What songs can you play on your guitar?"
And "What's your favourite colour?"

I felt my jaw drop when I saw their house, it was amazing! It was huge!