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Time
By: Alice
7/08
Chapter 1
Time is one thing that all of us seem to be short of. Others have to much time. Then there are some of us that time has run out on us. Nothing is ever for sure. Time, life, or even space. You just have to make the best of everything see the bright side of everything. Or go insane and never take anything coolie.
* the year 1993*
“Hey Alice wait up will you?” My friend and life long companion said chasing after me.
“Sorry, Becky I just have a lot on my mind. Like how did my parents die so quickly and then my second parents too. I just need to think. I’ll be back later.” I said walking away from our subway home.
I had been homeless for as long as I could think. My parents lost everything after I was born. So I guess that was my fault. Then after moving to the subway tunnel 4k they got sick and died. A nice couple that lived in tunnel 5k took me in.
They were an old couple between 50 and 65 and they died three days before now. I was alone again and both families dead. So time was not nice to me. If only I could turn back time and save them. But there’s no humanly possible way.
As I walked down the tracks of 2b I heard something. It was someone yelling for help.
“HELP!!!” Then I noticed it was me. I had tripped and my sweater had gotten caught in the track and a train was coming.
I saw the lights hit me and I shut my eyes. I waited for the blowing impact. It never came so I opened my eyes and the train was flying past me. In fact I wasn’t even on the track now. Someone was holding me in his arms.
I looked up to see a teenage boy a little older than myself. I like to think of myself as 16 which I think was about right.
“Are you ok?” The boy asked me.
“Yeah I’m ok now. Thanks.” I said as he set me on my feet.
“No problem. But do you mind me asking what the hell are you doing out here?” He asked as we walked up to the platform.
“I was about to ask the same question! And just so you know I live down here. I’m a street rat.” I told him as we stared at each other.
“A street rat eh?” He seemed to think I was joking around. “You can’t be a street rat you’re way to pretty to be a street rat.”
“Well I. . . . Did you just call me pretty?” I asked looking at him in disbelief.
“Yes I did. You are way to pretty to be any kind of rat.” He laughed staring at me.
“Why are you down here? You look like a hales kid. With you’re blue blazer and all.” I said trying to sound smart.
“Well you see I ran away. I was hoping I could find somewhere good to hide if I came down here.” He said not looking at me this time.
“So that’s what you rich people think down here is a good hiding place! Well let me tell you something people like me live down here. This is the only place we can be ourselves and not be run out of our home.
“The only place cops don’t think to look. So next time you’re out looking for a hide away try the park.” I told him off. Then I turned and walked away.
Little did I know that he followed me all the way back to my home.
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