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A/N: I have no beta reader as of yet, so please excuse the mistakes. ( Also, reviews are awesome (flames are helpful too, I think…?) so please click on the pretty button at the bottom of the page. I don't know how much time I'll have to devote to this story, but if you wonderful readers out there like it I'll work on it more. Anyway, onto the fic!
Blaze stopped running and looked behind her. She heard the footsteps of the bulls that were following her and started to run again. She tightened her grip on the parcel she carried with every turn she took. She ducked in an alley no bigger then her width and held her breath. The bulls passed her and continued to run. As soon as the sound of the footsteps was gone, she ran in the opposite direction. She ran for ten minutes flat and arrived at her destination. She climbed the fire escape and crawled into the open window. She put her parcel away in her closet, under a loose floorboard, and cleaned herself up. She had just gotten into bed when her brother, Reed, walked in- followed by a policeman. She pretended to be asleep.
"Blaze. Wake up." Her brother said gently. She fluttered her eyes open and rubbed them.
"What time is it?" she asked groggily. Her brother looked at his watch.
"Five thirty. There's someone here to see you." He responded. The policeman stepped forward and cleared his throat. He consulted a little notebook.
"Someone had identified you as the person who stole the ham from Mr. Jinker's butcher shop. Did you?"
"No sir. I've been here all day- I'm trying to get over a cold I caught from my friend." She lied easily. Her brother spoke up.
"She has. I've been checking on her every half hour all day. I checked about in about five minutes before you got here." The officer nodded at this. He stuffed his notebook in his pocket.
"Well, I'm sorry to have troubled you. I hope it wasn't too much of an inconvenience." Both blaze and her brother said it was okay and the police officer. As soon as her door shut Blaze groaned. She knew she was in for it. Her brother had given her his patented "death glare" and was going to thoroughly chew her out for stealing. A minute or two later her worst fears were confirmed when he walked back into the room.
"What did I tell you about stealing? If I hadn't covered for you you would have gone to the refuge. Do you want to be stuck there for a few months?" he yelled. Blaze bit her lower lip. Normally she didn't take kindly to being yelled at. In fact, the only people to ever yell at her were her parents and her bother. Her father had died and her mother and brother worked full time jobs.
"Next time I'm gonna let them take you," Blaze recognized the empty threat but let her brother continue with his tirade, "Maybe it will teach you a lesson. You have to stop stealing- learn to make due, or get a job." This made Blaze shake her head.
"I will NOT work in some factory for 16 hours a day, seven days a week, for a penny a day. It ain't happening." This made her brother stop for a second. She had a point, much as he hated to admit it.
"I know, and I wouldn't let you. There are other things that can be done by girls in this city. Work at Irving Hall. Medda'll take to you and teach you how to be a lady". Being a lady did not sit well with Blaze so she blatantly refused. She pulled her shoulder length goldenrod hair back into a low only tail. Little did they know that the officer that had been there hadn't' left- he was standing right under the fire escape and had heard every word. Her brother continued on his tirade until a nock sounded at the door. Reed closed the door to his sister's room and locked it. She heard the sound of the door opening. The voices were too muffled for her to make them out, but when the door was trying to be forcibly opened she leaped off the bed. She grabbed a carpetbag and threw her clothes into it (which weren't that many) and a few other things. She pulled herself onto the fire escape just as the door burst open. The policeman had his gun drawn and it was level with Blaze's head. She put her bag down and put her hands up. She had a pretty good idea of where she was going to be spending the next six months to a year, and she was right.
A/N: I have no beta reader as of yet, so please excuse the mistakes. ( Also, reviews are awesome (flames are helpful too, I think…?) so please click on the pretty button at the bottom of the page. I don't know how much time I'll have to devote to this story, but if you wonderful readers out there like it I'll work on it more. Anyway, onto the fic!
Blaze stopped running and looked behind her. She heard the footsteps of the bulls that were following her and started to run again. She tightened her grip on the parcel she carried with every turn she took. She ducked in an alley no bigger then her width and held her breath. The bulls passed her and continued to run. As soon as the sound of the footsteps was gone, she ran in the opposite direction. She ran for ten minutes flat and arrived at her destination. She climbed the fire escape and crawled into the open window. She put her parcel away in her closet, under a loose floorboard, and cleaned herself up. She had just gotten into bed when her brother, Reed, walked in- followed by a policeman. She pretended to be asleep.
"Blaze. Wake up." Her brother said gently. She fluttered her eyes open and rubbed them.
"What time is it?" she asked groggily. Her brother looked at his watch.
"Five thirty. There's someone here to see you." He responded. The policeman stepped forward and cleared his throat. He consulted a little notebook.
"Someone had identified you as the person who stole the ham from Mr. Jinker's butcher shop. Did you?"
"No sir. I've been here all day- I'm trying to get over a cold I caught from my friend." She lied easily. Her brother spoke up.
"She has. I've been checking on her every half hour all day. I checked about in about five minutes before you got here." The officer nodded at this. He stuffed his notebook in his pocket.
"Well, I'm sorry to have troubled you. I hope it wasn't too much of an inconvenience." Both blaze and her brother said it was okay and the police officer. As soon as her door shut Blaze groaned. She knew she was in for it. Her brother had given her his patented "death glare" and was going to thoroughly chew her out for stealing. A minute or two later her worst fears were confirmed when he walked back into the room.
"What did I tell you about stealing? If I hadn't covered for you you would have gone to the refuge. Do you want to be stuck there for a few months?" he yelled. Blaze bit her lower lip. Normally she didn't take kindly to being yelled at. In fact, the only people to ever yell at her were her parents and her bother. Her father had died and her mother and brother worked full time jobs.
"Next time I'm gonna let them take you," Blaze recognized the empty threat but let her brother continue with his tirade, "Maybe it will teach you a lesson. You have to stop stealing- learn to make due, or get a job." This made Blaze shake her head.
"I will NOT work in some factory for 16 hours a day, seven days a week, for a penny a day. It ain't happening." This made her brother stop for a second. She had a point, much as he hated to admit it.
"I know, and I wouldn't let you. There are other things that can be done by girls in this city. Work at Irving Hall. Medda'll take to you and teach you how to be a lady". Being a lady did not sit well with Blaze so she blatantly refused. She pulled her shoulder length goldenrod hair back into a low only tail. Little did they know that the officer that had been there hadn't' left- he was standing right under the fire escape and had heard every word. Her brother continued on his tirade until a nock sounded at the door. Reed closed the door to his sister's room and locked it. She heard the sound of the door opening. The voices were too muffled for her to make them out, but when the door was trying to be forcibly opened she leaped off the bed. She grabbed a carpetbag and threw her clothes into it (which weren't that many) and a few other things. She pulled herself onto the fire escape just as the door burst open. The policeman had his gun drawn and it was level with Blaze's head. She put her bag down and put her hands up. She had a pretty good idea of where she was going to be spending the next six months to a year, and she was right.