say when

Catharine Grim wasn't your typical girl, she never could be no matter what life she choose. she's running away from the possibility of the police putting her in an orphanage, like I said before she isn't your typical girl she lives on the street and doesn't take help from anyone, she's on her own and no one can help her. she thinks she's fine until a certain blue eyed Irish boy comes to her town and wont stop until she accepts his help and along the way she finds she's experiencing new feeling that she thought weren't possible. will Catherine finally learn to trust someone and take help all she has to do is say when.


2. chapter 2

*Three years later*

I find myself scavenging for food again like usual, people stare at me with disgust, and mothers hold their children closer to them as they walk past me and I roll my eyes, do they think I asked to be living on the streets? As I look through the dumpster for something to eat I hear the laughter of teenagers and I ignore them but there laughter never fades away “Catherine have you ever heard of a store?” one of the boys in the group say and I turn my head to see his tousled black hair and his brown eyes looking at me with disgust “have you ever learned to mind your own business.” I reply to him and he rolls his eyes ,I look at the rest of the people in the group and notice that most of them are cheerleaders and jocks but one of them I wasn’t positive who he was I have never seen him around he had  a white t shirt on and a pair of jeans his hair was blonde but it looked like his roots were brown, and his eyes were a bright blue that probably the first thing people notice about him, I will admit that most girls would probably love to date him but I’m not like most girls. i notice that the group of teenagers still haven’t left yet “what are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to run off and make jokes about me to the rest of your so called friends?” I question and then a girl with perfect blonde hair in a high pony tail replies “we’ll leave whenever we want hobo!” and her friends laugh at her not so funny joke “you people got to be kidding me that wasn’t even a funny joke “Blondie why don’t you try and tell me something more creative?” I ask with a smirk on my face knowing I just out smarted her, none of her friends laughed but I did see a slight smile from the blue eyed boy. “Let’s get out of here.” The blonde says rolling her eyes and I smile again. I continue to look for food in the dumpster and then finally I find a little piece of a donut, some of it was eaten but I didn’t care, food was food and when your starving anything would do, I took a bite savouring the flavour knowing that it would be a pretty long time until I eat again. As I take the last bite of the donut I know I need to keep searching for something to eat, that donut was way too small to give me some energy. I got out of the dumpster and began to walk down the streets looking around at all the people, my clothes were ripped up and very dirty compared to the people I see but what could I do about it? my dark hair was very messy and long, I haven’t taken a shower in about three weeks which is disgusting but nobody will let me shower, and the only time I can wash my hair is when it rains so hopefully it will rain soon. As I walk along the sidewalk  I can feel the stares of people but like usual I try to ignore it because I know no matter where I was or what I did, my life would be the same, if I stayed with my parents I would still have to try and find food and I would be unhappy and my life like this well sure it’s difficult but I can do it, I have done it for the past three years and I’m still alive, I know sometimes I have fallen down but I have gotten back up with no help from anyone, I will never be weak enough to get people to help me, I will never go to a homeless shelter because I can survive on my own. My legs begin to feel weak as I look around for food and I find myself needing a break so I sit down and lean against a building wall, closing my eyes for a few seconds to relax, I reopen them and move the fallen hair from my face and force myself to get up. I look on the ground trying to find change that people have dropped but I have no luck. These past days I think have been some of the hardest, I haven’t been able to provide for myself and I’m so thirsty, then I see it an apple tree in someone’s front yard, a slight smile spreads  across my face, I know some people would say this is stealing but im starving and those apples are pretty tempting. I walk onto the lawn and go to the apple tree, I know I can’t take much so I pick one, then two and as I’m about to pick a third one a man in about his fifties steps out “hey you! Put my apples down!” he yells and I can feel my heart beat speed up as I begin to run as fast as I can but I feel his footsteps behind me “Stop that girl!” he yells and my speed picks up, and slowly the sound of his running footsteps fade away, I smile “I can’t believe I pulled that off.” I mumble to myself and walk at a pretty slow pace, as I am about to take a bite of one of the apples I am stopped by a police man.

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