Soul: first names what I like second names what I do. My names Ninjago Writing :3
Kelzpoo: does that mean my name is Zane Art?
Soul: I don't know! It was the joke shadow told is remember?
Kelzpoo: OHHHH YEEEAAAAAAH
A girl about the age 15 ran as fast as she could. Behind her was a baker and a cop running and yelling for her to stop. Of course she didn't. Why should she? Then shed just get in trouble! And that would really suck. She ran into an alleyway and hid behind a trash can as the two angry men ran past the alley were she hid. She snickered at there stupidity. They obviously were not good at thinking like what your chasing. That was just one of the girls many sayings. She looked down at the object in her hand. A nice warm peace of bread. She smiled at her captive. Or in other words her dinner. She started to eat it and began wondering about what should her food tactics be tomorrow. 'If I sing something I may be able to get a couple of bucks. Or at the very lest steal a wallet...' She thought to her self. Her life was good. Or that's what she thought any ways. She was proud to be a street rat. She wouldn't just sit in an alley- or she wouldn't just sit any were and die and not at lest try to fend for herself. She didn't consider her self a hobo she was a... Gipsy, yeah a gipsy that's it! Call her a hobo and your teeth will go missing. Ask anyone. Though if you ask her if she had friends or family she'll ask you what those are. Never hearing those words nor using them. She has no idea what they mean.