Saturday, January 25, 2014

City Lights

She looked up at the towering skyscrapers, the neon signs blinding her yet still drawing her in. She blinked and looked down, trying to get the glares out of her eyes. She couldn't keep wandering about. Muddy hair, muddy jeans, muddy shirt, she might as well be called Muddy, if she had a name. All of a sudden, She heard a strong, deep, voice. "This is the police, what are you doing?"  She ran for it, sprinting down the alley. She hid in a dumpster and cried herself to sleep. If only she had a life.......
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  1. UnknownJanuary 27, 2014 at 8:02 PM

    Oh my gosh! This character's fate seems so hopeless- I can't imagine hiding in a dumpster and not having a home to go to!

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  2. UnknownMarch 19, 2014 at 10:43 AM

    I love the title because it matches with where the girl is!
    -Bliss

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