Taken In

          Sun 19th Sept

Dear Diary,

I was woken by the combination of the early morning light teasing its way through my hat and a dull rambling by a teenage lad. Wait, that couldn't be right! I lifted my hat up from my eyes, and a tousselled, dirty blonde and smiling lad.

"Great! You're finally awake!" said the angel.

"Who are you? And what are you doing talking to me? I don't know you!" I said, reaching for my bag to put away my blanket and get out my brush. I smoothed down my clothes and began to brush my hair. When I had finished, I turned to look at him, and he sat their looking deeply offended.

"I'm sorry. When I saw you last night, I thought that you might like to come and live with me, in my sqatting house," he said quickly when he saw my reaction.

"So, let me get this straight." I said. "You want me, whom you don't even know, or have ever met before, to come and live with you?"

It's better than living off the streets." He said. Then he spoke the convincer: "I have hot water and electricity."

I replied without hesitation. "Done!"



I walked through town, into a rougher part of this place, and I have a vivid memory from when I was young. It was my mum, telling me never to run away, and to keep where she could see me and hold my hand in this area. She said that this was where nasty people were. I grimaced. Charlie looked at me.

"Are you alright?" He said.

I couldn't stand the homesick pain that I was feeling. It was horrible, and I had only been away from home for a day now. I turned away as I felt the hot, salty tears begin to form in my eyes - but it was too late. He had seen.

"Come here," he said in a soothing voice. "I know it's hard, I ran away one and a half years ago, and it never gets any easier. You can learn to control it though." He said as he pulled me in for a hug and stopped suddenly. "We're here."


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