She wore a jacket that was five sizes too big that went over her shoulders but her arms did not go through the sleeves. A cup in her right hand for money as beggars did for food. Her face and clothing dirty. She was eight years old. She walked through the crowds of Times Square, avoiding people, asking some for money to eat, running from those who asked where her parents were. Ran from the ones who said she should go t a shelter and get help.
The tiny girl was sad in the face. She looked homeless, looked tired. She was scared, she was thin. Her body looked malnourished. It was a horrible site to see a girl in such state. Peaking by her shoulders was white feathers. She tried hard to hide them. Wings were hidden behind the jacket. Abandoned two years ago, this was Charity's life. She was searching for others like her. She had heard the rumors of other mutants or freaks as her mother had called her. But she had to be careful for she heard about humans who kidnapped kids like her M.R.D. She needed to avoid them.
She sent a letter to a man named Jason Andrews with old paper to an address someone gave her. Of course being so little she didn't know how to get to that address on her own. She left a rag of her clothing in the letter and hoped they would find her. Charity settled down next to a small lion statue and touched it, making it come to life. Th statue's eyes opened, it stretched it's jaws and stepped n front of thes all girl, protecting her as sh shut her eyes in an alley and shivered in the cold. She had gone with out eating for two days.
The tiny girl was sad in the face. She looked homeless, looked tired. She was scared, she was thin. Her body looked malnourished. It was a horrible site to see a girl in such state. Peaking by her shoulders was white feathers. She tried hard to hide them. Wings were hidden behind the jacket. Abandoned two years ago, this was Charity's life. She was searching for others like her. She had heard the rumors of other mutants or freaks as her mother had called her. But she had to be careful for she heard about humans who kidnapped kids like her M.R.D. She needed to avoid them.
She sent a letter to a man named Jason Andrews with old paper to an address someone gave her. Of course being so little she didn't know how to get to that address on her own. She left a rag of her clothing in the letter and hoped they would find her. Charity settled down next to a small lion statue and touched it, making it come to life. Th statue's eyes opened, it stretched it's jaws and stepped n front of thes all girl, protecting her as sh shut her eyes in an alley and shivered in the cold. She had gone with out eating for two days.