Charlie's POV:
I rubbed the grogginess from my eyes, a slight groan slipping from my lips.
I slid on my glasses, everything now coming into focus.
I had horrible vision, and if I felt like it, I would put in contacts time from time.
Today was not that day.
My feet came in contact with the icy floor, creaking ever so slightly with each step I took.
I made my way to the bathroom, staring drowsily at my reflection.
If there were a bed head contest, I'd win first place.
To be honest, I could care less on my appearance.
I threw my dark chocolate brown hair into a messy top knot, brushed my teeth, and with that, dashed out of the bathroom.
My sea green eyes scanned over my petite closet, piles of clothes crammed together.
It's not like I tried to look nice.
I fished out an oversized sweatshirt and leggings, hopping around my room as I attempted to put on my leggings.
"You okay up there, hun?" My mom called out in a concerned voice from the kitchen.
She must've heard the racket I've been making.
"I'm fine, mom!" I shouted in reply, now slipping on some black converse.
My voice bounced off the walls of my vast room, which was seemingly too large for an apartment in New York.
I huffed out a sigh, the loose hairs falling in my face lifting up with my breath, then falling back down in messy strands again.
I swung my gray backpack over one shoulder, the heavy lump of a bag almost weighing me down.
I took one glance around my room, and then turned on my heel and stepped out the door.
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Charlie at 3 o' clock:
After the prison called school, I finally arrived back to my apartment.
The walk to and from school was just another obstacle I had to face, aside from the nippy weather.
As soon as the keys indicated the door was unlocked with a fine click, I immediately turned the handle and slammed the door behind me, greeted with the smell of my favorite home made cookies left by a special someone.
"Thanks mom," I giggled silently to myself, treating myself to a few.
My mother wouldn't be back from work until later this evening, leaving me on my own.
Abruptly, my puppy, Buddy, came out of nowhere and attacked me as a greeting.
"No licking! No lick-" I burst out in a laughing fit, doubled over as the husky's sandpaper tongue came in contact with my soft, milky skin.
Buddy jumped in circles around my feet, overly excited for my appearance.
Bending down to clip the red leash to his matching red collar, the dog bolted.
I gasped, looking up.
"BUDDY!"
He was racing after a squirrel who wasn't slowing.
"No!" I called again, running down the steps and chasing after the dog.
My breath billowed in front of me, it was a cold day, but not yet cold enough for snow.
My boots clicked on the concrete as I chased after my puppy, my lungs burning as the cold chilled my throat.
Suddenly, Buddy took a sharp right, causing me to stumble as I continued the chase.
My gray scarf was trailing behind me, carried up by the wind as it unraveled, and my gray sweater was diaphanous in the breeze.
I groaned, my little freckled nose and cheeks flushed in a shade of vermillion, as finally my dog turned into an alley and disappeared.
I sighed in relief, he wasn't going anywhere now.
Suddenly, barks erupted from the cold shadows as I imagined the squirrel finding refuge in a trash can.
I rounded the corner, my emerald glinting eyes landing on the little puppy.
"Buddy! There you are." Still holding the leash, I bounced over to the dog and clipped it to the collar.
It didn't occur to me that the boy in the back might be dangerous, as it never did.
I was quick to trust, but slow to forgive.
As my gaze landed on him, my heart sunk.
He was obviously scared, I could see it in his chocolate brown orbs.
He had a mess of thick dark hair, wearing a blue zip up hoodie that was ratted and torn.
"Hey...are you okay?" I asked in a sweet voice, yet my motherly instinct could be heard from my slight concern.
Buddy tugged at the leash, wanting to go back to the boy.
I let him go, dropping the leash as he ran over to the stranger, still while keeping my distance.
As promised, here is chapter 2! I see i'm getting a lot of views but I only got one review :( it's fine XDD! You guys can leave me suggestions and ideas for the next few chapters, and YES I know these are short, but I'd rather have short and detailed rather than long and boooring. So yes, I will have a lot of chapters, be on the look out! The next chapter is in Hiro's POV, and yes, the boy Charlie is taking about is Hiro! XD see you guys soon! (Maybe tomorrow will be a new chapter?)
