I've already written the first few chapters, so I'm gonna go ahead and publish 'em. Hope you enjoy!
Raven Lindsey Reyes, 12 years old
It was two weeks later that we ate together. That he brought food and then stayed.
"Thank you, Finn." I smiled at him warmly, the way I wasn't used to smiling for anyone.
"It's nothing," he assured me, returning my smile with his own.
"No, you're saving my life," I reminded him. I stuffed a piece of bread in my mouth, already greedily breaking off another. "And you could get imprisoned for it; floated, when you get older."
"I know." He's very quiet around me, maybe that's why I didn't notice him in the nearly thirteen years he's lived next to me. Then again, my mother was never home long enough to take me to playdates. "Where're your parents?"
I shrug, bouncing my foot nervously under to small table. "My father died when I was younger, and, since it's almost one, my mother's probably passed out from the moonshine she bought with my rations."
"I'm sorry," he apologized, though it was in no way his fault.
"Don't say sorry for the fact that my life sucks. You make it better," I say, smiling again.
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