Post by Fel Touu on Jan 30, 2011 21:48:02 GMT -5
Hello! Welcome to Part 2! A note: I'm planning on changing Jay's name, but I'm not sure which to choose, so he'll be just Jay for now. Just a heads up.
Part 2:
“Grace! Come back!” Someone says behind me. “If you catch on fire I’m not going to waste med supplies on you.” He sounds like he’s laughing, even though he’s almost yelling.
“But there is a homelessss person here!” A girl wails, stretching up the word homeless and squeaking on the word here. I turn around to stare at the people yelling at each other.
“Then why is it our problem? I’m sure she can figure out a way to get food and stuff.” Another guy mutters. I recognize the little girl as the one who was here earlier. I can’t believe that she considers me a homeless person. Well, I am… but it’s still weird to think that I’m ‘homeless’.
“Grace, we can’t help everyone in the world.” The first guy says, sounding tired. “There are lots of other places for her to stay, she’ll be fine.”
“But she won’t! We’ve got to help her!” Grace wails. She runs over to me and grabs my arm. I wince. “Look, she’s got a cut on her arm, at least give her medicine.”
“Alright, fine. “ The first boy gives up. “I’m Jay, nice to meet you.” It’s dark, so I really can’t pick out features, but there is a smile in his voice.
“Oh, I’m Nessie, Hi.”
“Wait, you’re not going to let Grace keep her, are you?” The other boy breaks in. He sounds really angry.
“I-I don’t want to be trouble or anything.” I say, more to the other boy than to Jay. It doesn’t matter, Jay runs right over me.
“No one’s keeping her!” He burst out. “We’re… doing something charitable.”
The second boy laughs. “Alright then. Whatever.” He turns to me and grins. “Hello homeless girl, I am Jude.” He actually bows.
“Go to hell you jerk.” I narrow my eyes and glare at him. “I’m not homeless.” Jude stares at me in shock. When his smile appears, it’s twice as large.
“Hey, you’re pretty great.” He says.
“Jude’s just an idiot. He doesn’t mean to be a jerk.” Jay apologizes, kneeling down next to me so he can look at my arm. He sucks in his breath, making a hissing sound. I guess that means that he thinks it’s a bad wound or something. “It’s not far to my house. Do you think you can make it?”
“I’m not a cripple.” I growl.
“Didn’t say you were.” He says quietly. He’s gentle as he helps me stand up, his warm hands on my freezing shoulders. “Be careful.” I nod, irritated, I’m not that hurt. Jay doesn’t agree with me, her puts an arm around me to try and hold me up. Of course, I’m really all right, so we end up tripping over each other’s feet. By the time we reach his house, I feel like I just ran a mile.
