I grab my bag from the side of the room. The radio from on the other side of the room is starting its "broadway hour".
"Ugg", I mumble," I hate broadway." I switch the radio over to the best Hip-Hop station. I grab as many things as I can fit into my backpack. After it's full, I zip it up and swing it up on my shoulder. I leave the radio to convince my foster parents that I'm upstairs.
I hate this place. I was perfectly fine on the streets, and I will be from now on.
I pull the door shut from behind me. As I walk away, I try to decide where my first stop will be around this city. I decide to go to broadway, a lot of tourists will be there. The perfect cover for pickpocketing.
As a arrive at the famous street, I look for the perfect person to pickpocket. The best candidate is a young man. He's kinda short and has long hair. His wallet is hanging halfway out of his back pocket, and his iPhone is in between is two hands.
I slowly creep a few feet behind him. We walk a few blocks in one direction until I start running. As I sweep behind him I grab the wallet out of his pocket, and the phone out of his hand.
"HEY!" he screamed in my direction. He runs behind me, but I'm faster. As I'm running I glance at his phone. Twitter is open, what a dweeb, I think.
As I'm looking at the phone screen, I fail to see a young boy playing with toy trucks at a front stoop. I step on one op them and go flying.
I land on my back and blackout.
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FanfictionLouise has never had a good life. Bouncing from foster home to foster home she's never been shown compassion or love from anyone. When she escapes and is wandering the streets of NYC, she is finally shown compassion from a complete stranger. Is this...
