AN:This is my first Star Wars Rebels Story, so be kind and no flames
It was raining, raining hard. The constant dripping of water nearly drove her mad. She huddled closer to the wall, underneath a small ledge that protected her from the rain when it got colder. She was huddled in her large, warm, way too many sizes too big, orange hoodie. Though her feet were freezing since her sneakers were very thin and had a couple holes in them. 'I'll have to steal another pair after the rain is over.' she thought to herself, examining her shoes. Her jeans were sort of thick but were really holey from all the times she got caught on something or tripped on gravel.
Her stomach growled with the thought of hunger but she couldn't do anything because the rain was really cold, it's either getting sick or staying hungry. On the streets it's better to stay hungry because on the streets if you got sick, you would probably die. There was a 25% chance you would survive but a 75% chance you would die. You had to keep moving or risk getting caught by the police and getting taken to an abusive foster home.
It was hours until the rain stopped, when it did she slowly stood up, her hood still shadowing her face, and walked to the store. She reached into her left pocket and grabbed an Iphone she was 7, she stole it from this guy and disabled the tracking chip. She uses it to play music now, with her ear buds, she had them in every time she needed to blend in with the crowd.
It was only a couple minutes then she reached the store, she took her earbuds out and stuffed them in her pocket. She walked around and stopped at the food section and stuffed two fuji apples in her pockets and walked to the self-check out. She pretended to pay for them, then she just stuffed them in a bag and walked out. No alarms sounded, she breathed out a sigh of relief when she heard, "Hey, wait!"
She ran as fast as fast as she could, with police cars chasing shook off a squad of police cars a couple days ago, she could do it again. Apparently not, she tried shaking them off but they caught up to her, handcuffed her, and brought her to the police station.
She was in one of those interrogation rooms like on t.v. with her hands cuffed, and sat in a there for ages.
"Well looky, here sweetheart. You got a record." A blonde police man said slamming a file with the photos they took of her earlier on the front and big bold words stamped on it, stating, "Elizabeth Bridger." The police officer opened it up and read it,
"Ran away when parents were murdered at age two, turning 10 years old this year, wanted for stealing, vandalizing public and government property, got quite the record there girlie."
She gritted her teeth, then stated,"Well, someones gotta keep all you powice men on yer toes."
The blonde police man reached over and slammed her face into the steel table,"Smart alec, huh?"he challenged.
"Isn't it against the rules somewhere that men can't be assault women?"she asked, her head spinning.
The police man was about to reply when a woman in one of those fancy business outfits, eyes as cold as Antarctica, and her platinum blonde hair up in a tight police officer opened his mouth to introduce himself when the woman held up her hand and silenced him.
"I am Sarah Campbell and I am with the Child Protective services and if you hurt her again I will send the entire government on your sorry excuse for an ass." Elizabeth would have started laughing if her head wasn't still spinning.
"I am here to bring Elizabeth to her new foster family."that brought back Elizabeth's attention.
"Come child, were leaving right now."Elizabeth stood up silently and followed the lady to her car.
That's where she found herself now, standing in front of a white two-story house, with a welcome mat that read 'Ghost.'
The lady knocked on the door and a dude with a ponytail opened the door smiling as if he was laughing at something but when he turned, his expression instantly sobered up.
"Hera Syndulla?"the woman asked.'Obviously.' she thought to herself.
"No.I'm Kanan Jarrus, the co-owner of this house."
"Yes, of course. Either you or need to sign off on her."her was accompanied by a slight tilt of the head. 's face showed understanding as he called,"Hera!"
Not just a few minutes later a woman a little shorter than appeared she had long light brown hair with light green highlights and crystal green eyes stared back at her.
"She's bleeding."the woman stated, putting her hands underneath Elizabeth's chin and lightly lifted it lifted one of her hands up to her face and felt blood, she winced.
"Kanan? Why don't you show our guest here, her new room?And fix up her injury"Hera asked, moving out of the way so Elizabeth could walk inside.
nodded and gestured for Elizabeth to follow him up the stairs, so she did. Her new room was bare, with a wooden bunk bed that had a desk underneath it. The stairs to go up was on the front but on the far right side, there was a laptop, a lamp, and a desk chair by or on the desk. gently put her in the desk chair and he disappeared to grab the first-aid kit and a fold up chair.
The room itself was pretty big with a couple windows in the back wall, a few shelves on the right and the bunk bed on the left side. The floor was carpeted, the walls were painted white, and the ceiling was regular, not popcorn ceiling. I hate popcorn ceiling.
Mr. Ponytail gently cleaned up her wound on her forehead and put a bandage on it while muttering,"Not too deep, doesn't need stitches."
Once he was done he set the first-aid kit down, stuck out his hand, and said,"Hi I'm Kanan Jarrus but you can call me Kanan. What's your name?"
I cautiously shook his hand and said,"I'm Elizabeth Bridger, call me Ezra."
"Let me go get the covers for your bed Ezra."his said, disappearing with the first-aid kit and the folding chair.
He returned shortly with bed sheet covers, blankets, and a couple pillows in hand. Elizabeth was silent while he worked,"There all done, you'll get to meet everyone in the morning. Night."he said, disappeared closing the door behind him.
Elizabeth silently got into her bed after taking her hoodie and jacket off and looked around. Then slowly sat up even though her head was fogged with tiredness. She climbed down and grabbed her spray gun out of her hoodie pocket and started painting.
It took her a few minutes but when she was done, she opened her window so she wouldn't get poisoned by paint fumes in the night. She fell asleep, staring at the painting.