Frost
Kara knew life was tough. Having lived on the streets her almost entire life hadn't been easy but what was she going to do? After all, when she got food she did and when she didn't, she'd hunt more feverishly the next day and then the next and the next. If anyone told her that life was easy, Karra's reaction would be to spit in their face. She knew better and she wasn't afraid to knock down everyone in her way to survivet. In fact, that's how our story starts.
It was mid-winter and it was cold. It was an evening where the kids getting off the school bus run despite the prospect of falling on the ice to rush home to there nice warm home and to be greeted by there parents arms. These were the days that Karra hunted for food more than ever cause it was the hardest to find. Rarely anyone threw away good food around the time of Christmas and when they did it wasn't good food anymore. Karra remembered when she had been little and she ate a bad piece of meat. That had left her barely conscious for a week with nothing to help her except the dying woman named Mar who had helped Karra till she was 6 years old and till her last breath. Mar had died that week, and Karra had to go along with another reason always haunting her why she cheated death.
Darting down the alleys that day hadn't been easy. There usauly was only a little bit of ice cause the over heading emergency fire escape ladders caught most of the snow. However, this year was one of the "whitest" winters that New York had seen in a while. And despite it being cold and having the winds lashing at you in freezing complaint, Karra had vey little shelter from it all. Running however helped shake off the cold, and after making sure that her usual food spots were empty she begaun to run fast through the streets.
Kara knew life was tough. Having lived on the streets her almost entire life hadn't been easy but what was she going to do? After all, when she got food she did and when she didn't, she'd hunt more feverishly the next day and then the next and the next. If anyone told her that life was easy, Karra's reaction would be to spit in their face. She knew better and she wasn't afraid to knock down everyone in her way to survivet. In fact, that's how our story starts.
It was mid-winter and it was cold. It was an evening where the kids getting off the school bus run despite the prospect of falling on the ice to rush home to there nice warm home and to be greeted by there parents arms. These were the days that Karra hunted for food more than ever cause it was the hardest to find. Rarely anyone threw away good food around the time of Christmas and when they did it wasn't good food anymore. Karra remembered when she had been little and she ate a bad piece of meat. That had left her barely conscious for a week with nothing to help her except the dying woman named Mar who had helped Karra till she was 6 years old and till her last breath. Mar had died that week, and Karra had to go along with another reason always haunting her why she cheated death.
Darting down the alleys that day hadn't been easy. There usauly was only a little bit of ice cause the over heading emergency fire escape ladders caught most of the snow. However, this year was one of the "whitest" winters that New York had seen in a while. And despite it being cold and having the winds lashing at you in freezing complaint, Karra had vey little shelter from it all. Running however helped shake off the cold, and after making sure that her usual food spots were empty she begaun to run fast through the streets.