C H I P ~ (BoyxBoyxBoy) I grip the tattered bag with clenched fists. The couple before me held just as tightly to each other's hands. The street lights flickered a little, as if sensing a conflict arising. "Do you want us to call your parents?" The man asked. The younger, probably a year or two older then me, nodded, smiling at me reassuringly. "I don't have parents." I whisper. "Then who do you live with? You're not old enough to live alone, I know that for sure." The man, Xavier, as he later introduced. "No one." The light above us finally went dark, the words 'Homeless Shelter' disappearing.