2. Eight Years Later...
I went on my daily trip to beg for money and food. After three hours all I had was two pound. I went to the corner shop because they have a two for a pound deal, I got two packets of crisps and two bottles of water. Behind the counter was a man who used to know my father.
"Hey Fifi!" he said, "Haven't seen you in a while! Here have you seen today's newspaper? There's a killer on the loose!"
"Really? May I see the newspaper?" I replied.
"Yeah, sure! Here take it! And I won't charge you for your shopping either!"
"Wow!! Thank you! You are too kind!"
I said goodbye and tried to find some shelter on the street, but half an hour later I was lost. I tried to read my newspaper but I was so cold I was shaking like mad, so I could only concentrate on the pictures. On the front was a picture of a family, next to it was a picture of a man who looked very ill. It started to rain ,so I knocked on the first door I came to. The man who answered was old and looked very familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Excuse me, but do you have any room in your house for me to stay?" I asked nervously,
The man just gestured for me to come in. Didn't talk, didn't smile, didn't frown, just kept a straight face and moved out of the doorway.