Chapter 1
It's dark around past 7pm and the sky is a bit dark. I'm walking across the subway station and I'm kinda blue coz I've just been fired from my job because the cops found out I'm under 18 and working. So now I need to figure out a new way to make money. Just so you know I don't really have a home,(I stay in a U-Haul cab which I turned into a home for myself) just so you know about nine months ago I had a home .
Now I'm just Reality (Real). I'm in my ripped jeans, black pollo neck and a ripped jerkin.
None of this could've happened if Erica was here, maybe I wouldn't have to face all of this
"Erica, where the hell are you!" I try to raise my voice until a man sleeping on the subway station tells me to shut it.
You must be wondering who Erica is,well she's my sister.Well at least I believe so.She stays here California,I don't know her exact address. She plays basketball. I don't know much about her since we've only met twice if not thrice, that's it.
I have a great voice, well atleast my mom believed so... well that just gives me an idea of what I'll do here hence to earn money, I'll get my mom's ol' violin and play music on the streets, how's that sound good, right.
You're a genius Real, I pat myself at the back. Atleast my brain's okay.
I match on and then suddenly my stomach starts grumbling and I stop at McDonald's to buy a burger. From there I walk on and take a bite from my burger and it's so yummy I can't help but smile.
"There she is!"
I hear one deep voice saying, I turn only to notice and it's Sneak and his associates Bruce .
"Let's get her!" Says Bruce.
I quickly turn and start running so fast that I can't even breathe and in the process I drop my burger.
But this doesn't stop me from running. I continue and enter a salon which is close by. It is a bit overcrowded and I literally don't know where to go. I start walking around and finally notice a backdoor, I use the strength left in me to open the door and get out. I land in more like a garage, but without cars and I see a ray of light shining which in turn forms a shadow of a guy. He is tall, has braids and he's smoking, that's all I can make out.
"What are you doing here?"
The guy asks me, even though his mexican accent isn't that visible, but I can still make it out. So this guy is Hispanic. I look straight at him and damn he's gorgeous and now I can see the shades. But I don't have time right now.
"I was just umm...on my way out"
I stummer and then run off.
"The door's that way"
The guy points to the direction of the door which I almost didn't notice.
"Didn't ask, but thanks."
Just like that I continue running.
