30 April 2012
Hannah looked nervously at her cracked watch. "He should be here by now"she anxiously whispered to herself. In the distance she could hear the low buzz of the city along with the blaring sirens of at least three police cars. Not unusual in these parts. This particular area was the worst for drug and alchohol and drug abuse, not to mention the gang culture.
As a chilling gust of wind swept through the small alley she had come to call home, she pulled the tatty shawl she had found in a nearby dumpster tighter round her shoulders. Shivering, she leaned back against the damp wall and started to doze off. It was hard being homeless, but she got by stealing whenever she could and raiding the garbage cans at the far end of the grim alley.
Suddenly she woke up to a large red pick up honking its horn. "Finally" she thought to herself and gathered together her few belongings (her shawl and backpack) and hastily walked down the passage ignoring the puddles unlike she usually would. Anyone who looked closely would see the slight spring in her step as she almost ran towards her only chance out of this hell hole: Kyle.
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