Your name is Lynda Jones. Your life is sort of just like every other homeless kid. One day when you were four your family took you to a carnival, but a large crowd separated you and your mom and dad. Looking around you couldn’t find them, and then you started to cry out for them. That’s when some people started to surround you so you ran to the exit. Life has always been hard since then. Never could stay in one place because of other people kicking you out, never finding enough food to keep you healthy at all. But worst of all is that you did find out what happened to your parents. Two weeks after you were separated you found a car crashed into a pole. Inside the car were your mom and dad.
You’re now fifteen years old, had an okay body if you were able to take care of it. This night you find yourself in the town park, a shooting star go flying across, your mom’s words filled your mind about them, and “If you make a wish on a shooting star it will come true.”
A little tear falls from your. “A wish, huh? What should I wish for? Should I wish for you two to come back and find me? Should I wish I was the richest person in the world? Should I…”
“Hey you get out of here!” yelled a cop running up at you, you run away for dear life. “Get back here you piece of trash!”
Another tear comes falling down your cheek. “I wish people could understand me better.” when you utter this, something strange. Some strange green glow surrounded you then vanished. “What the hell just happened?”
That’s when the cop caught up with you, “There you are. You okay?”
“Huh? What, weren’t you chasing me?” you asked a little scared of the police officer’s sudden change of attitude.
“Yeah I was, but when I was chasing you… I don’t know, I guess I thought of how rough life must be for you. Why not come down to the station and we’ll clean you up. Maybe try and find a nice place to live?”
Looking right at the cop, you were stumped. He called you a piece of trash and now treating you like you now had some worth? What’s going on here? “Uh sure,” unsure of what else to say you add in, “Maybe we can get some clean clothes for me?”
“Well let’s try and get this situation done with before we do anything else. I’m sure that if this is awkward for me as it is for you.” “What but his the one making it awkward in the first place doesn’t he,” “Sure I know I may not be making this easy for you but at least try and stick it out. Who knows maybe you’ll get really lucky and do something amazing in life.”
This is strange; this cop is saying… no acting as if he did understand your situation, but how? You thought of how strange this situation is and he understood it too. Maybe you have mind control powers? Trying to force your thoughts on the cop to make him go get some new clothes, nothing happened. “Why didn’t it work? I did what I did before, didn’t I?”
“You know, I’m confused about something, what happened to make you live in the park?” the cop asked. This is really strange; when you’re confused so is he, what would happen when you tried to think about something else, but yet again, what?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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