Three days have passed. I have been trying to ration my food as best as possible, but I didn’t have much to begin with, so I begin my scavenge. I can’t convince myself to steal any food, at least not yet, my mind will most likely change when I am really out of food, but for now, I search through a nice cafe’s bins. I find a half eaten sandwich, that I decide to save it for later when I start to get really desperate.
By this time it is already mid-day, and I decide to start looking for a new place to spend the night. I am wearing a tuke that I found in an old cubby at the orphanage, to help me blend in, but it doesn’t seem to be doing its job as well as I had hoped.
A man comes up to me with a wrinkled flyer featuring two people that look familiar,
“Know who these people are little girl?” He says in a raspy voice.
“No sir, I have no idea,” I say, trying my best to keep a calm voice.
“No? Because you look like a spitting image of these two,” people are starting to stare now “there’s big prize money for the person that finds you.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I do my best to seem innocent.
“You don’t? Because I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if it turns out these are your parents?” Ok, now everyone is looking, I don’t know what else to do, so I run. I run, and run, and run, but it’s no use, they're still hot on my trail, maybe give it time, I can run at this pace for a while, they will most likely get tired.
I can’t help but think about what that man said. “There’s big prize money for the person that finds you,” what prize? Money? I don’t have much time to dwell on the thought though, because apparently these people know the streets better than I do. It seems they have found a shortcut through an alleyway, and they are now on either side of me, I’m trapped, and that’s not the worst of it, they all seem to have some sort of weapon. It seems that the big man that talked to me earlier is the one in charge, holding a giant knife in his hand. I try to climb the wall next to me, no use, a woman drags me back down and I slam against the ground. I am aching all over, but as I think the pain can’t get any worse, the man with the big knife slices a giant knife through my right thigh. I’m ready to die, I’m already blacking out, I don’t know if I will ever wake up, but then I hear a voice, it’s a boy, all I make out is, “Hey! Why don’t you try picking on someone your own size?” before I black out.
I open my eyes slowly. I am in an alley, and it seems about supper time, the sun is starting to go down. Then I remember everything that had happened, and my leg… I try to muster all of my courage, and peer down at it, to my surprise, it’s bandaged, and clean. And at that moment I remember the voice I’d heard right before I went unconscious.
“You’re awake,” says a voice in the corner of the alley. “‘Was starting to think you would never get up.” He doesn’t have a British accent, American is it?
I try sitting up, and a fresh wave of pain hits me. It feels like thousands of knives stabbing me all over. He must have noticed my pain, and came to my side to help me lie back down.
He looks about a year older than I am. Tall and thin, with bright blue eyes and brown hair.
“My name is Ender. No need to tell me yours, just looked like you were in a bit of trouble back there.” He looks good, with those bright blue eyes looking into mine, I couldn’t help but blush, I just hope I wasn’t too obvious.
“Ya, uh, thanks by the way. I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t there.”
“You living on the streets?” I now know why the orphanage kept me a secret, I can’t let anything slip again, I may not be as lucky the next time.
“Uh, ya. I’ve been on the streets my entire life,” I lie, no need to tell him who I am. “I should probably get going now, thanks by the way, you know, for saving my life back there.” The second that I stand up I regret it though. A searing pain worse than before inches up my leg. I’d totally forgotten about my injury.
“Woah there!” He puts a hand on my waist and I blush even more, “You’re going to need to rest for at least one more day before you can even start walking again. Best I stay with you for the time bein, make sure you don’t try and kill yourself again, you know.” I can’t help but laugh. We talk for the rest of the day, except for the times when he would go out and get some food and more bandages to wrap my leg (it’s still bleeding a lot). By the time night falls I’m exhausted. I fall asleep at around twenty-one hours, and wake up at about four. The sun hasn’t come up yet, so I figure I should probably close my eyes and sleep a little longer, when I hear footsteps leaving the sidewalk that I am resting on. I peer to my left which was where Ender was when I’d fallen asleep, but he was gone. I feel panic creeping up inside of me. Is he conspiring against me? He has an American accent, maybe he’s figured out who I am? Can’t be. He’s been so nice to me. Maybe he was kidnapped? No. He must have just woken up early and couldn’t fall back to sleep, so he’s gone to fetch us some breakfast? Either way, I can’t hold back my curiosity, so I follow the footsteps I’d heard earlier, hoping that they belong to Ender.