The city was huge. I knew from experience there were so many places to go and people to meet. The one person I didn't like meeting, however, was the police officers. Unfortunately, in my case, they were kind of hard to avoid. I tucked myself back into the alley and hid in the shadow, which was a little difficult considering my natural hair color is a light gold. Sighing softly, I wiped the dirt from the walls and ground beneath me and covered my hair in it. Then I cleaned my hands on my scruffy t-shirt, keeping my back against the wall. I was well known in New York as a homeless thief, and that wasn't the reputation I wanted to have here. I ran across the street and ducked behind another building. My backstory was tough. I came from a wealthy family in Texas, but when my mother died- I never knew my father- my aunt tried to raise me. She favoured my cousin to me greatly, and eventually she started to hurt me. I ran away as far as I could, stealing food when I could and traveling by foot and train. I came to rest in New York, and I just never left. I was used to running into the police, but I was never actually caught. I shrunk into another shadow and darted by a lady carrying grocery bags, grabbing one of her bananas on the way. I really wish I could do what I liked most- play music. I had practiced all sorts of instruments back in Texas, but I really loved just one of them. I often posed as a beggar to save up for one, but so far I still needed a few dollars and people here usually paid me in pennies. I sighed as I kicked a stone up to an old abandoned building and pulled a loose stone from the wall, revealing a few cans filled with coins and bills. I wasn't saving up for anythings special, only music. I added today's pay to an emptier can and sighed again. Only $2.00 to go. Maybe if I was lucky, that only would take another week.
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When the Artist Touched the Sun
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