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When I arrived in New York I found my self walking in the cold underground transit. The musty concrete echoed, from people walking around me. Homeless people were walking and some sleeping on the benches. The red beams holding the ceiling up had numbers on them, I didn’t pay attention, I had a one way ticket and I was here to stay. 

I came to a set of stairs the yellow pealing paint at the first step is where I stopped. Looking up I could see the dark city night, with its lights ahead. The red sign hanging above me read “EXIT”. and had a black box with a white arrow pointing up, up to freedom, to new life. I thought to myself as it hung there staring at me, “what now”?

Shivering cold, I grabbed my bag as I took my first step up, watching my breath come out in front of me. Climbing to the top I took a deep breath. Telling myself I would be ok, I have money, I can do this. People were all around me, I knew I wasn’t in the best part of town. Yet what was I thinking this is New York. Walking I heard my footsteps beneath me hitting the rocky concrete. The echo of sirens were non stop. 

I heard people around me yelling at each other, I walked faster. I came to a stop as I saw a quiet place. Walking the sandy gravel beneath me got louder as my surroundings got quieter. Except for the usual sirens, or a civilian walking by it was safe. Sitting against a wall, I pulled out a cigarette pack I had stolen from my mom. I also pulled out a clear red lighter, watching the fluid shake inside I lit it up. Inhaling, letting the smoke enter deep into my lungs, then exhaling watching it float into the air. 

Grabbing a blanket I had packed I pulled it over me, and using my bag as a pillow. Sitting there half propped up against the stone building, and the dumpsters on each side of me shielding me from the wonders of the night. 

I heard something, unsettled I sat up even more. It was someone wearing heals. The thip thop of their shoes hitting the gravel. Their familiar New York accent spoke,  

“Kane! Ova hea”! “Look I think I found her”. 

I shook in fear, who were these people?

“O wait no, no its not her”. 

A man wearing all white and a long white jacket walked up to me. He spit and looked at me, bending down so he could see me. 

He looked rich, but I was scared of him.

 “Hey sweetie what is a pretty thing like you doing all alone on the streets”? 

His white skin, and blonde hair glistened under the moonlight. Whispering I told him,

“I don’t know”.

For some reason I trusted him, he seemed very nice, I felt like I could talk to him.

“Are you hungry babe”?

“Yes! Yes I am”!

Truthfully I hadn’t eaten all day my mom didn’t feed me I didn’t go buy food. 

“Alright then Ill get you some food, why dont you come with me and my friend Dana”.

I looked up at a tall girl in a leather red mini skirt white black high boots and a shirt that barely  covered her boobs or stomach. Her hair was done in pig tails with fluffy white scrunchies holding her hair up, it was white blonde and her makeup was done extra heavy. 

She was chewing gum as she smiled down at me. 

I don’t know why I trusted them, but I did, standing up I went with them.