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August 5th

It had been nearly two months since we had been living on the streets and so far, I had not regretted leaving the orphanage with Abbie, Jess and Libby. I knew that if I stayed at the orphanage any longer then I would have ended up dead at either the hands of the nuns or the reverend. And then Abbie and Jess would have continued to get abused and now that Libby had turned four the previous month the reverend would have started to look at her the same way that he looked at the other girls although she was his daughter.

When we first started walking it was hard and my feet hurt, and I could tell that Libby was discomforted from the extensive walking and when we finally reached London and were about saw that empty doorway, somewhere that would keep us warm and dry for the night I thought our luck had changed. Of course, I was proven correct when we landed on Hunter. When I looked at whist snuggling in to Abbie's warm embrace I saw something in his eyes that I did not quite understand, his pupils blew wide and his breathing rate increased. But then he took us to the warehouse that has been our home for the last two months and introduced us to the rest of the run aways.

The warehouse was not much but it was home. The property was surrounded by barbed wire and long forgotten about by the police and the police who do know about it don't do anything about it, they know that if they came to take the children away they would just run away again at least at the warehouse they were warm and together.

The inside had been split in to two using old bed sheets and shower curtains. On one side of the curtain is where all the run aways sleep. We mostly sleep on the floors using blankets and sleeping bags to protect us from the cold concrete floor. In the centre there, military styled cot that belongs to Hunter as he is the leader of the misfit group of kids that and he is also the eldest. It was second hand and stolen out of a skip. Around the sleeping area was fires that were set to ensure that everyone remained warm, it was lucky that the ware house had a tall roof otherwise the smoke would have been see able from the outside. Everyone kept their belongings close to them because even though there were rules to living on the street, you could neve know if someone was going to steal from you.

On the other size of the curtain was were the some of the girls took clients if they wanted privacy, sometimes they would go outside but if the johns wanted to be privet but the girls wanted to be somewhere they could have back up in case the John was syco they used the warehouse then if the johns got out of hand then they would be dealt with by Hunter and Snap, Hunters second in command and a complete nut case.

Hunter has been good to us since we got here. He spends the a few hours a day when he is not running drugs for the local gang, for money to buy what ever they cannot steal, and has been teaching us how to survive on the streets. By teaching us how to pick pocket and how to defend our self's.

He shows no mercy when teaching us how to defend ourselves, something that makes my skin black and blue something that Abbie nearly had heart attack at later at night when she was helping me get ready for bed, she then had a go at hunter because he thought I was too young to be learning how to fight. But I just told her that I want to learn how to defend myself without the use of my magic so that will never be hurt again, and I can protect her like she protects me. She kissed me and cuddled me telling me that it was her job to protect me, but she did not stop me from continuing with learning defence only insisting that they wait at least two years before training me in knife fighting.

My magic is something that me and Abbie agreed not to show the other run aways, but she agreed to keep teaching me the lesson that she got at a young age to make sure that I don't stand out so much in wizarding society as well as learning more about controlling my magic. Another thing that happened is that I have started to call Abbie mum because that is what she is to me, not the woman with black eyes who said I was born to burn the world just like my farther was not the man who told me I was born to save the world. I know that they did not want me, they only had me because they had to. According to them I was born to either burn the world or save it.

There were rules to living on the streets most ignored them except the big four:

No hooking before the age of twelve

You Don't steal of your own

And always protect you own

Snitches get stiches

These riles were not broken lightly and if they are then they get punished. With in three weeks at arriving at the warehouse I saw someone brake one of these rules a girl called Laura had stolen some money from Kim. Instead of dealing with it herself she reported it to Hunter. Hunter had to punish both girls because they broke two of the rules that were big no nos. Kim was beaten by snap and had to get twelve sticks, something that was done using dental floss and a sowing needle sterilised using vodka. But she had not once winced and only sward three times.

Laura on the other hand had been beaten to death because it was her third warning. It was the first time that I had seen someone die and at the time I thought that I would feel something more like disgust then the curiosity that came other me. I did not feel sorry that she was gone. She was obsessed with Hunter wanting the leader to become hers so that she could reap the benefits of becoming his girlfriend, and when we got here she saw me and particularly Abbie as a threat and within two days of living with her had already threatened the both of us and caused Abbie to hurt herself when Laura tripped her up.

It had only been two months but so far it was better then living at the orphanage. Anything was better than living there .