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.


4. chapter 4

    I wake up to the sound of cars engines going and the chatting of people, my eyes shot open and I sit up looking around, my back was sore but I ignored the pain, I stood up slowly and rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, trying to rub the tiredness from them. I shove the one apple I have left in my pocket and then begin to walk around trying to find somewhere to go and begin my day. As I walk on the sidewalks I get the same stares and the same comments thrown at me “what a screw up.” “That girl got herself on the streets.” They don’t hurt me anymore; I learnt to try and ignore them and attempt to be a strong person but even a strong person can fall sometimes. I want to close my eyes and just sleep but I know that I can’t I need to start looking for some food and lose change. As I see the group of teenagers walking on the other side of the road, I can hear the laughter they share with each other about the same thing which is me, I was a joke to many, I realised that a long time ago. I keep my pace the same and then finally I find a quarter on the ground and I smile, I know it’s not much but all I need is four more of these and I could maybe get something to eat. I pick it up quickly and store it in my pocket and continue to walk down the road looking down, but suddenly I felt I banged in to someone and I looked up and it was the blonde boy, niall “sorry. “He tells me “actually for once I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.” I tell him and he smiles “no problem so anyway, where are you heading?” he asks and I roll my eyes “none of your business.” I tell him “you know what you confuse me so much.” He states “why?” I ask already annoyed with this conversation “that you say something just a tad nice and then you go back to a bitter person.” He says “so I’m a bitter person to you?” I question and he nods with a smile on his face “then that’s a good thing, maybe you won’t bother me then.” I tell him with a slight smirk on my face “na your bitterness won’t make me stop bothering you. “he smiles a sweet smile that makes me sick this boy is wearing a black Nike hoodie and a pair of gray track pants that look new and his shoes are probably about fifty dollars and then there’s me with my ripped up clothes that I have had since I was fourteen and my shoes are way too small and every time I see him or anyone wearing that junk with a smile on their faces it’s sickening. I turn around and begin to walk away but I hear his footsteps following “What did I say?” he asks and I roll my eyes “why does it matter?” I ask back “because I want to know why you don’t like me.”He says and then I turn and look him dead in the eye “I don’t like anyone.” I state, “whys that?” he asks “you ask way to many questions.” I tell him “ya and you don’t give much off about you.” He says “I need to go.” I state turning “wait can I ask you something?” he asks unsure “no.” I say simply “please?” he adds and I sigh and face him “what?” I ask rudely “there are these rumors going around school.” He says “ya so what’s that got to do with me?” I ask getting inpatient “well um one of them were that you sleep around to make money and you do it for a dollar.” He says shyly and anger boils inside of me, how dare people think I do that to make money, just because I need it doesn’t mean I will go that low for it “do you believe it?” I ask him harshly “um no not at all but I..i just wanted to know. “He stutters and I roll my eyes “no I don’t sleep around for money and if you thought the slightest of me doing that you’re sick.”  I say with no respect and then I turn my feet and begin to walk away shaking my head in disbelief, they don’t even know me and they start these rumors? This is why people disgust me because they can look at someone and judge them for no reason, they don’t know anything about me but they think they do to them I’m a druggie who screwed up in their life but I’m not, I would never do that because I will never be like my drug addicted parents and I mean never. As I walk along the street I find a few more coins and gather them in my pocket and by the time its comes to seven it begins to get dark out so I need to find where I’m sleeping tonight. I walk around for a bit and then I end up sitting at a store wall with my back leaning against the bricks and slowly I fall asleep in this uncomfortable position.

                I wake up to an aching pain on my back, I stand up slowly and stretch out my legs, a yawn escapes my mouth and I blink a couple of times trying to prepare myself for the day. I begin to walk looking only at the hard sidewalk




My eyes dart open to the feeling of someone poking my shoulder by instinct I push them away and stand up quickly still half asleep, I rub my eyes fast and rub the tiredness out of them, my vision was adjusting to a tall boy, with dark brown hair he was very blurry but in a matter of seconds I realised the boy was the one I encountered before, his brown eyes looked me in my blue ones and his tousled hair seemed to be out of place, a smirk plays on his face as he comes closer to me and then I look around to see he’s not alone, the whole football team is here. “What are you doing?” I demand and they all laugh and I look around not sure on what to say or do because for once in my life I was terrified, it was late and I’m all alone here and surrounding me is a group of jocks. “Why are you all here?” I yell to the group and a smirk plays on the brown eyed boys face like usual and he takes one step closer to me, close enough for me to smell the liquor on his breath and I push him away “you’re drunk.” I state and the crowd laughs loudly

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