the street i could never get one to stick i was twelve years old when i had met her the one who saved me from myself chicago illinois may 12th 2005 is when my life had changed i went out for a walk to the nearest park i sat on the swing slowly rocking back and forth i stood there thinking to myself what should i do now
i'm old enough to think about these things i had no life i was a street rat a pile of horse shit that no one wanted i truly was worthless not worth living i tried to hold back my tears i was sick of crying all the time so instead of crying i told myself one day i will find that reason to live you put me here on this cold cruel
heartless world god there must be a reason why i shouted out loud "what is that reason!" suddenly i heard a squeaky voice so soft so delicate "who are you talking to?" she said i looked up and seen the most beautiful little thing i have ever seen in my miserable fucking life she had the most big chocolate brown eyes
eyelashes passed her brow big perfect shaped luscious lips the smell of cherry lip gloss lingered upon me high beautiful cheek bones and the perfect small nose her hair was in chocolate brown curls down to her knees she wore a light pink mini skirt five inches above her knee a light pink sweater vest over a white shirt
with a collar her white ballet flats was the perfect touch her feet was no bigger then her hand very tiny girl very beautiful girl i swore she was an angel the way she glowed "hello?" she said i shook my head from being stunned by her beauty "i'm sorry i was talking to myself" i said she smiled at me with her beautiful teeth i
felt for the first time i was blushing "well don't talk to yourself silly talk to me" she giggled i tried to speak to her but i was still stunned from looking into her eyes "how did you come by such surprising eyes?" she said looking deep into my eyes "my mother gave them to me" i said choking "generous of her wasn't it?' she said
with the cutest laugh i nodded and looked away nibbling on my bottom lip "don't be afraid to look at me" she said with the softest tone i looked up at her tried to smile but it just wouldn't come to me "what are you? i can tell you have an accent" she said "i'm french" i mumbled "sorry i can't hear you" she sang "i'm
french" i said with a small smirk "what happened to you sweetie? where is your parents?" she asked i looked away "i don't have any and.. and i got into a fight" i lied she touched my cheek with her small dainty hand "you poor thing don't worry i'll have a home for you" she said with a smile "how?" i asked "what's your
name?" she asked changing the subject "Raphael Sykes" i said "Lulu Valentine" she said with a soft tone "hey i have got to go i'll see you around soon you live in a orphanage right?" she asked i nodded she kissed my cheek and left skipping away