If I've learned anythign from living on the streets is that no matter what I should never talk or get a ride ora place to say from somebody. Well let metell you who I am, my names Tayler and my parents die a few months ago and now I'm living in the streets. I'm 14 and I live in Atlanta Gorgia and l live behind the stadium where they do concerts and tonight I'm listening to a Justin Bieber concert. I fell asleep and leaned up where people could see me.
I finished my concert and walked outside to the bus. I walked past a wall and saw a girl leaned up against it, she looked homeless. I walked towards her and poked her, "hmmm" she asked scooting back. Are you ok? " Yeah *cough, cough* fine " she lied. She fell back asleep and I picked her up and carried her to the bus, she was as light as a feather. I set her on my bed and went and took a shower, when I got out I crashed on the couch.
*The next morning*
I woke up the next morning and looked around. I was in somebodys room . I got out of the bed and walked as soundlessly as I could down the hall way. " Hey" some one said as they made room on the couch. I sat down and said hi. "So who are you?" he asked scooting closer to me. I scooted farther away from him and he kpt scoting closer t me until we where at the other end of the couch, he whispered in my ear" sweety I'm not going to hurt you, l promise , l just want to help you." I shook my head ok and wipped some tears away. I'm Taylor , "how old are you?" l'm 14 almost 15. "What happened that caused you to end up like this." My parents died