Twig

The Beginning

Before I start my oc is a kid, probably one or two years older than Sally and I don't want my oc to be shipped with anyone else.

Oc's pov

I skidded down the gravel path sending little pebbles flying, trying to flee from the person who was chasing me. My pursuer was a mother who was mad at me for playing with their girl, the mom was very scary, trying to hit me with her baseball bat. My breath was coming in short puffs and I was slowing down, I just didn't have enough energy to keep running. I tried to keep running but I eventually collapsed, just slumping over in a heap on the rocky ground. I looked in the eyes of the woman who was standing over me, trying to find a sliver of empathy, pity, just anything! But all I saw in her eyes was disgust, rage, and anger (I know rage and anger are basically the same things but just roll with it.) and it was then that I knew, that she could care less about me.              (That was a little snippet of his past. I'll maybe put little snippets of his past gradually in random chapters and when I'm almost done with the book I'll put all of the pieces together to give you an understanding of his past.)

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It was getting a little dark and I didn't really have a place to sleep or stay because I'm homeless, not to mention dirty, and beat up, not a single person would let me stay in their house looking like this. I walked on the sidewalk keeping my head low not wanting to attract unwanted attention. I suddenly stopped walking because I in the corner of my eye I saw a bench that looked like it had a lump on it. I made my way over to the bench and saw that there were coloring supplies like a pencil, a couple of pages of paper, and a backpack! Score! I'm so lucky! I thought to myself doing a little happy dance celebrating my great find. I ran over to the bench afraid that another that if I didn't pick it up someone would come out of nowhere and steal it. I put the art supplies in the backpack then carefully slipping onto my back being mindful of where my back was sore. I was just about to leave when something caught my eye, it was a sturdy looking stick, maybe about half the length of my arm. (oc is a boy and a kid) I picked it up and without hesitation decided that it was coming with me...

It's been a while since I found the backpack and I was currently looking for a good place to rest, I was tired and ready to pass out from lack of sleep and food. I dragged one foot in front of the other trying to stay awake. I forced myself to look around my surroundings and I saw a shack on someone's property. I quietly snuck over to it and without thinking went behind it and curled up opposite from the door. I was so tired I didn't think of the consequences that could happen if the owner of the property saw me there. I closed my eyes and let myself relax and I put the stick I had found beside me, in a few minutes I was passed out......

Just a little note, if you have read my stuff you would know that I'm not good at describing things, so I'm just going to describe the setting that the story is currently happening in. A city, that was thriving despite being 40 miles away from a cursed forest. Many things have happened in the city making it a tough place to live. The city has people who own spaces of land that have shacks and houses. And that's it for describing the city I'm just gonna end the chapter here. Baiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii>