Running, Trust and Hope
Chapter 2
Tina's POV
2 months later...
I walked into the soup kitchen and was instantly greeted with a bunch of "Hellos!" and "Hey!" I smiled and waved to everyone as a greeting. They smiled back. I walked to the kitchen part of it and saw Carol Beecher. She was one of the nicest, most generous, caring, listening person I had ever met. She was like another mother to me.
"Hey Carol!" I greeted. Around the corner of the kitchen were a few hooks holding aprons. I grabbed one and in a drawer picked out a hair net.
"Hello sweetie! You do know you don't have to help!" she said smiling.
"I know I don't have to. I want to," I said emphasizing the words. We both smiled. This is how it went everyday and this was my favorite part of the day. A few more people came, some for seconds and some who had just come through the door. I greeted them all with a smile and gave them the food. I looked at the clock and it said it was 12:15 P.M.
"I'm gonna grab some grub," I said grabbing a tray and put the food on it. It was a ham and cheddar cheese sandwich with a salad and some water. I sat at a table filled with other nice people. We all had something in common. We all lived in poverty. I would barely admit that to most people except here where people know me. Well, almost know me that is. Carol doesn't live in poverty. She lives in middle class, in a nice two-story white house. I haven't been inside it before but it looks pretty nice. Carol comes here because she's generous and she loves people. A little bit after I sit down, Carol comes and sits down with us and we all talk and laugh.
Soon, our group, Carol, and I have to clean up and pick up the soup kitchen. It will open up again tomorrow at lunch. Carol along with everyone else thanks me and says bye as I leave. I wave as I walk out the door. It's the middle of May now. This is almost the longest stay in a city I've had in quite a while. I think I might stay here. I notice it will get dark soon so I hurry in the shadows of the alleys before the sun sets. Unlike my past "homes", I actually find a roof over my head that isn't a piece of cloth. It's an abandoned warehouse and I put my "room" in the second story which overlooks quite a bit of this street and other things. I luckily get there just as the sun sets. I collapse on an old, squishy mattress that I had somehow managed to lug in from the junkyard. Surprisingly, it was clean when I got it. I knew it must have been there for a few hours tops and no more. I watched the sun set until the stars shown in the sky.
This is when the real fun begins! I snatched my three or four inch, golden-colored plated disc and ran up to the roof of the abandoned warehouse. I waited for a few minutes taking it in. There was a slight early summer breeze that blew through the strands of my short black and pink hair. I threw my disc with my right hand to my left like a frisbee. It spun in circles as it went by and then got bigger as it came back to me like a boomerang. I jumped in the air and it landed right under me. It was a small hovercraft that I could control with my mind. I had done tons of practice so now it was easy. It was golden-colored, plated metal around the round rim of it and I standing on a dark purple kind of black surface that was on top of it. It was symmetrical you could say. I flew off on my hovercraft into the night. I heard my friend calling me and I slowed down and waited for her.
"Going for another fly?" she asked while on her hovercraft. I nodded.
"Yep. Don't worry I won't be out long," I assured her. She bobbed her head.
"Okay. Not out too long. You know what they'll do if they catch you-" she warned me before I cut her off.
"Don't worry! I'll be fine and I'll be back in half an hour at the most. Okay?" I reassured her.
"Okay," she sighed. "Bye!" She meowed as she flew off back towards the warehouse. I went the opposite way, not knowing my life would change by one arrow shooting for the stars...