2. Chapter Two (1/2)

chapter two~a year later~it was morning. june 5. abby had been living on the streets for almost

twelve months now. she had also been stealing for eight months. the dumpsters had started to run out of food.abby stretched and yawned. she was unbelievably tired. it had hailed the

night before; and abby had learned a couple of times before, the hard way,

that under a

idge wasn't the best place to be during a hailstorm.but, no matter how tired she was, there was food that needed to be stolen

and a stomach that needed to be fed. early in the morning was the best

time to get it, when stores weren't busy.abby shivered as she stood up. the temperature was rapidly rising, as it

was june, but abby's

own blanket never helped much to keep her warm at

night. she grabbed her now battered trunk and wedged it in between two

rocks she had managed to move to store her belongings in when she left the

idge.just another day, she thought as she grabbed her violin case and walked out

from under the

idge. she climbed the steep hill leading up to the road,

waited for the cars to slow down, and ran across the road, tangled hair

waving in the

eeze.abby had forgotten her hair

ush when she ran away from home, but if there

was ever a time in her life when she needed one, it was now. of course,

she could have stolen one, but she figured that she didn't really need one,

and abby only took what she needed for her survival. a hair

ush wasn't of

any real use. not on the streets, at least. she could finally see the big, bold kroger sign. this was where abby

always stole her food from, unless it was a busy day. then, she would walk

into a nearby gas station to swipe some crackers until a few of the kroger

customers cleared out.the door automatically opened for her. why does the

ainless door have to help me? abby asked herself. i'm

stealing! don't these people know what that means? abby's conscience was always nagging at her.aisle five, she whispered.

ead's on aisle five.it was there, as it usually was. rolls, buns, loaves. abby would always