Chapter 1~
A dark, moonless night signals Razor to venture out into the vast, lonely streets of her surburban town. She has no home or real family, so she goes out and takes food and such from other homes in the area in order for survival.
Tonight is no different then before. Razor rubs her long arms for warmth while she tears down the street, the frigid January wind whipping through her green and gold streaked hair.
Desperate to get out of the cold, she looks around frantically for the nearest home. Finally, her mysterious purple eyes spot a lone, two story house not too far from where she stood.
“Good!” She sighed with pure relief. The house looked like a wealthey family owned it. It was nicely painted and had five cars parked in the enormous drive-way. Excited, Razor began running towards the house and up the qaurter-mile long road leading up to the front step.
Razor was exhausted and out of breath when she finally reached the front of the large house. She walked up to the front door and knocked. It was the same technique she always used. She knocked and pretended to be an intern salesperson on her first job. Then, the family would take her most likely into the kitchen. Fianlly, when their backs were turned, she would snatch whatever she could find and take off down the street. It worked every time.
Patiently, she waited for an answer at the door. But little did she know that tonight, a lonley old man await her arrival.
(First chapter! Oh, and I’m 13, just to let everyone know!)
