Ch 1
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AN: Sorry guys, the chapters will be short. I promise it will be a great story though. BTW, I will take any suggestions to change the summary if you think I need to. Enjoy :)
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I left my home in the morning, my time, before my parents woke up. They sleep late, after going somewhere late at night. They always come home mad, so I keep to my room hoping their fighting won't reach me. I glanced down the street to where some kids my age were walking. I don't go to school, and I have no one to call friend, so I spend most of my time wandering around the streets doing nothing. Nothing, but stealing. I don't have much, so if I see something I like within arms reach, I take it. Especially the shinys. The pretty shinys with the pretty stones and patterns. They must be mine! No one should keep me from them. Not once was I caught... and remained caught, if I was, I might have a name.
This particular morning, I walked toward the green place where there is only trees and bushes. There was a birthday party yesterday, at least I think it was. I've never had one. The people left a lot of things behind. Boxes of cold pizza sat on a picnic table, along with half a cake in a box. I didn't have dinner, so, why not? Dig in. I tore through everything like an animal. The pizza was slightly warm in some areas, and the cake was chocolate with green frosting. Delicious.I took the remaining pizza and and cake. I hurriedly walked across the street to hid them.
My home is small, made of bricks, and overgrown with bushes and weeds. I hid the food in a bush beneath my window. My room was on the second floor, my one place of freedom, where my parents never go. I left the brick building and went back to the park. There were decorations and trash around the party area. I started looking for items I might like. Napkins, wrapping paper, paper plates, streamers, more wrapping paper, a few nice ribbons to keep my overgrown black hair back, a clip of a comic hero's horned head, paper plates, a gum wrapper, a piece of half eaten chocolate chip cookie, and a birthday card. The cookie I ate, and I stashed the three ribbons, clip, and card in my large jacket. My jacket was the first thing I stole. It keeps me warm, it is big and grey, and it has lots of big pockets. If I could count past ten, I might have known just how many.
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The early morning shops began to wake up, and that is when I make my rounds. I pass the food shops, taking nothing because of the loud things at the front. I hit the baker's window, and I grab two frosted cookies from the plate before he noticed. I love frosted cookies, they are so sweet and creamy. As I eat the cookies, I see a shiny stand. Everything in it was shiny, so shiny they glared in the sun.
"Pretty…" I spoke under my breath. Shinys are so pretty. The shopkeeper picked one up and polished it before setting it back down. It sparkled in the sun. So pretty… I must have the shinys!
I took out a match and some fire crackers. I turn into an alley and light the little fireworks behind the stand. I hide behind a green garbage bin away from the fireworks and close to the stand. As they go off in bursts of light and noise, the jeweler runs behind a car, allowing me to take everything he has on his stand, including the green paper. I'm a block away when he finds his empty stand. I giggle at he throws his arms around in a panic. I later use the money to buy bottles and long fat sticks for my father, just so he would ignore me when I return home later. I pass a library, and I look longingly at the books. What do the words say? What are they about? I wish I could read.
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I headed home when I felt hungry for lunch. I hid beneath my window just in time as my father and mother were fighting again. I ate several slices of cold pizza and cake. I've never had this much food before, so I ate slowly, and ate a few more bites even after I was full. The fight was intense, I could tell because a beer bottle flew out of the crooked window. So, I left the brown water bottles and the small white sticks in my hiding place. So when I come home tonight, I can direct them away from me. I began looking through the shinys, wondering what I would keep. Sometimes, I'm forced to give away my shinys to mother so that she would leave me alone and not beat me. I love looking at all the shiny stuff, so I really hate it when I forced to give them away. From another bush, I pulled out a makeshift lift, and I place my "stuff" on it. When I return in the evening, I'll use it to hoist the things I like up to my room, where my parents don't go anymore. This way, I can save most of my shinys from mother's reach and they can be with me where they belong. Belong. Belong.
What is it like? To belong. What is it like? Does it feel good, bad, odd, weird… fulfilling. A tear slide down my face. I want to belong. I want a place where I can belong! For a fleeting moment, I felt warm breath on my neck as something touched my upper leg in a comforting embrace. I gasped and turned around. Nothing was there but weeds and a gust of wind. What ever was there was enough to calm me down. I sighed and stood up. Where else should I go today?
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I snuck away and headed toward the movies. There was still green paper in my pocket, so I bought a small white paper for a random movie and went in. There was no one by the snack booth, so I grabbed some candy and chips. I randomly went to different movies for a very long time. I didn't understand most of them. Some were about fighting in the streets, in a place with a lot of trees, in a place with a lot of sand, even in places that look… alien. Other movies that I wondered into before were about that strange thing "father" tried to do to me once before he fell asleep. The ones I could understand were ones about… Family. The pain of not living up to your parents wishes. The Pain of being ignored. The pain of being beaten. The pain of being hated. The pain of not having any place to go. The pain of not having any real freedom. It is a terrible pain.
I left for my home when I saw a blue man look at me. I hate blue men, they try to take my shinys away. Whenever the catch me, they beat me until they get the shinys back. They try to put an ugly shiny on me, but I always get away from them before they could do so. I really hate that shiny, it attaches both my hands together. They put on me once, but I got away and managed to remove it on my own. It had cut into my skin. I don't like that feeling at all. I run from the blue men all the time to avoid that bad shiny. Speaking of shinys, they have a lot of my shinys. My shinys. I want them back. I want my shinys back! But if I went after them, they would probably beat me against . I know where they keep my pretty shinys, inside a metal box in their building. They lock my shinys away! I hate the blue men, They're so mean!
"Hey you!" The blue man shouted at me. I walked faster, darting my eyes back at him. He was coming after me. I opened the doors of the theater and closed it, using a nearby stick to lock them in place by their handles. I ran as soon as he reached the door. He began shouting at me, pulling on the doors. I ran into an alley and hid behind a blue bin. I hate blue men, they're so mean! I rocked back on forth, tightly holding my knees, as the blue man continued shouting. Why won't they just leave me alone! A breeze blew my long tangled hair out of my face and something warm brushed against my cheek. I glanced around. Nothing. But, somehow, I felt braver. I glanced at the blue man. He was just about out of the trapped door. I got up from behind the bin and ran down the alley, away from the big bad blue man who loved to hurt me and take away my pretty shinys.
I wonder what that sensation was. The one on my cheek. It was gentle and comforting. What was it?