A girl with brown eyes, brown hair asked to be friends. I don't even know her. She was wearing a pink shirt and pokadot pants. "Sure. I am Christine." I say. "I am Steven, Christine's brother." He says shaking her hand. I sit up. I brushed my dark red hair with my hands. It's such a mess. "What's wrong?" She asked me as she sit down. "Nothing." I say sighing. "Chris, tell her." My brother told me. Sometimes my brother calls me Chris as a nickname. "Fine. Me and my brother are homeless. Without a home." I say sadly. "Are parents abandon us with no money so we have to work to afford food. Some nights we go to Times Square asking for money." My brother told her. "I am so sorry." She says looking shocked. "It's not your fault." I say. She looks at us. "If you need anything I will help." She says as she stood up. "Where you going?" I asked. "To get you food." She said as she left.
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Everyday angel
RandomI stink at summarys but I will write a short one. Aria already earned here wings. But this time, her sister came to help. She finds Christine alberts, a homeless girl who lives near the trash cans in New York City. What will Chelsea, the guardian an...
