Guardian Angel, Chapter 1

Chapter One

    “What the hell, Krista?” The fifteen year old street urchin glared at me though his chipped sunglasses and the scarf that covered most of his dirty face. “What did I do now?” I asked, though I already knew. The measly amount of money that I’d been able to get for playing on the street today wasn’t much – but with the weather the way it was today, I didn’t see why it was a shocker. “Look, Dev,” I sighed. “I’ve managed to get a lot for what I do over the past couple of weeks. It’s just a bad day. Don’t spoil what’s left of my mood.”

    Devyn didn’t look very consoled, but he said nothing more as I handed him the rest of share and placed it in his pocket carefully, before walking off. I didn’t blame him for being miffed – I was too. I was also understanding of my own situation. At the age of sixteen, my parents had emancipated me. The only things I’d been allowed to take were my guitar, and a backpack full of things that I treasured. The clothes on my back came from the halfway home – the only place that I’d found that would take my shunned 17-year-old ass. Hefting the guitar case over my shoulder once more, and looking into my tattered “New York,” sweatshirt to see what little extra money I’d made today, I sighed.

    I imagined that things could be much worse than what they were for me right now. I could be like Dev, who’d been hiding from the foster care societies for almost two years. He was a pickpocket, but for three months now I’d been giving him money from what I made on the street fairly, to keep him from stealing. In the middle of a city like New York, getting caught by a cop wouldn’t be good for him. Or worse,  he could steal from the wrong person, and who knew what would happen. Fingering the thin chain of the golden cross around my neck, I made my way back to the halfway house.

    Most people there were recovering addicts of some kind or another, staying here until they knew they had a stable job, and could move somewhere else and be on their own again. A few of the people, however, didn’t have much hope at all. They got in trouble with the police and the house management, and fought a lot with other people in the building. From the street now, I could hear some of them fighting. Then I heard the sirens coming from one of the streets, and knew that what was inside wasn’t going to be friendly. Deciding that I really didn’t want to have to come back later and face the questioning when all I wanted to do was sleep. Nobody looked at me twice when I made my way to the room I shared with a boy named Cash.

    When I saw that he wasn’t there, I guessed he must have been helping break up the fight up on the next floor. A pair of pajamas, freshly cleaned, lay on my bed. I thanked God then, for charities, and climbed into them gratefully. I didn’t need a shower yet – I’d taken one this morning before everyone else woke up. Nothing had gotten on me since, so why bother?

    I closed the curtains on the bright outer-city lights and the cop car’s flashers, and then slumped onto my double bed that sat parallel to Cash’s. There was no sense in waiting for him to get back, so closing my eyes and grabbing my old teddy bear, I fell asleep with my knife and money under my pillow.

Another random entry

Hey, so sorry that I've been slow at posting things. School's been tough and my mom's been nagging me a lot to get stuff done.

My writing's been put on hold, because of school. I will, probably, write while I'm traveling to and from Georgia. I'm visiting my boyfriend who's been in Georgia for Basic training. Can't wait to see him -- to be quite honest it's been too long.  I've been doing a lot on Solia, but unfortunately, it's more or less easier for me to do that during the school day then for me to take an hour and write two chapters. I can write a lot in an hour, but it leaves me drained afterwards. All the ideas go 'poof' right out of me. >_<||

But I'm glad that I had the chance to write a few chapters in Guardian Angel before my time ran short. I'll post them today, and as time goes. I really would like comments, to whomever can do such things.