Disclaimer: I only own so far.a flute and piccolo, many music and fantasy
books, CDs, a backpack full of notes and numerous stuffed animals and my
OCs. Note that I did not include any other recognizable things, I wish I
did, but I don't. SO PLEASE DON'T SUE!!!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 1: In Which We Meet the Main Character
In a back alley of downtown Calgary, behind a fancy restaurant, the lid to a garbage can lifts. Quietly, the lid is rested against the edge of the garbage can. The garbage in the can start to shift, as somebody covered in a hoodie with the hood pulled over their face and gloves on their hands, rummages through the garbage can, searching for scraps of food to eat, evidenced by the increased annoyed mumblings as the person could not find anything to ease the pain in their stomach. Finally, the garbage stilled, and the person rocks back on their heels and sighed in disgust, "Geez, the high powered bureaucrat on their power lunches were hungry today, there's nothing left in this garbage except trash." The female voice was cut off as an angry waiter burst out of the side door and started screaming at her, "Damn you vagrant, get away from their you filthy scum, go find somewhere else to eat!"
The bundle of clothing that was the girl stumbled back in shock, the hood falling away to reveal. nothing. The homeless girl had no visible head. The waiters' angry face grew contorted with disgust and if possible, with even more anger. "Get out you damn mutie scum! Go on, get out of hear before I call the police on you!"
The girl pulled up her hood again and scuttled away, her ducking the projectiles that the waiter was hurling at her. Finally reaching safety, she sank against a wall wrapping her arms around her to protect herself from the cold that was sinking into her bones, because even though it was late May, the nights were still cold in Calgary, especially if you have no place to go.
"Well Liz, you certainly have yourself in a fix this time, you haven't eaten in 2 days and you still haven't found a place to sleep." She mumbled to herself in disgust as she started to prepare herself to accept that she had to spend another night on the street, "The shelters are all full by now and so are the best sleeping places, not that they would let you in anyway, your genes not being "pure" enough for them." She laughed in disgust as she drifted off to sleep, with the final, muttered words of, "Better luck tomorrow I guess."
TBC
A/N: So whaddya think. Please let me know as this is one of my first fanfictions and I really want the input. The next chapter will be up ASAP as I am on a roll tonight!
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Chapter 1: In Which We Meet the Main Character
In a back alley of downtown Calgary, behind a fancy restaurant, the lid to a garbage can lifts. Quietly, the lid is rested against the edge of the garbage can. The garbage in the can start to shift, as somebody covered in a hoodie with the hood pulled over their face and gloves on their hands, rummages through the garbage can, searching for scraps of food to eat, evidenced by the increased annoyed mumblings as the person could not find anything to ease the pain in their stomach. Finally, the garbage stilled, and the person rocks back on their heels and sighed in disgust, "Geez, the high powered bureaucrat on their power lunches were hungry today, there's nothing left in this garbage except trash." The female voice was cut off as an angry waiter burst out of the side door and started screaming at her, "Damn you vagrant, get away from their you filthy scum, go find somewhere else to eat!"
The bundle of clothing that was the girl stumbled back in shock, the hood falling away to reveal. nothing. The homeless girl had no visible head. The waiters' angry face grew contorted with disgust and if possible, with even more anger. "Get out you damn mutie scum! Go on, get out of hear before I call the police on you!"
The girl pulled up her hood again and scuttled away, her ducking the projectiles that the waiter was hurling at her. Finally reaching safety, she sank against a wall wrapping her arms around her to protect herself from the cold that was sinking into her bones, because even though it was late May, the nights were still cold in Calgary, especially if you have no place to go.
"Well Liz, you certainly have yourself in a fix this time, you haven't eaten in 2 days and you still haven't found a place to sleep." She mumbled to herself in disgust as she started to prepare herself to accept that she had to spend another night on the street, "The shelters are all full by now and so are the best sleeping places, not that they would let you in anyway, your genes not being "pure" enough for them." She laughed in disgust as she drifted off to sleep, with the final, muttered words of, "Better luck tomorrow I guess."
TBC
A/N: So whaddya think. Please let me know as this is one of my first fanfictions and I really want the input. The next chapter will be up ASAP as I am on a roll tonight!
