the illegals
chapter 1
part 1

My stomach churned as I breathed in the aromatic smells drifting from the café across the street. I shivered in the cold, the chilling wind blowing through the rips and tears in my clothes. Fog rose from the ground from the early morning rain. People gave me askance glances as they passed my helpless state, and most of them showed little pity.

One man that passed by threw a barely eaten bagel in the trash. I quickly scampered to the trash can hoping it would make a decent breakfast. I grabbed it out of the trash can. It was still warm. I took a slow bite into it, enjoying the blueberry chunks that were placed in the bagel. It was the most satisfying thing I had eaten in months.

I maneuvered my way down the crowded streets of Boston, hoping to find a warm, dry, safe place for me to rest until I got hungry again. I was supposed to meet up with Kyle and the rest of the refugee’s later... but I didn’t know when… or where. We had to be rather secretive about our presence.

I was illegal. I wasn’t supposed to exist… and my mother had enough care to allow me to live, but that’s probably because she was too poor to have an abortion. In 2200, a law was passed to help stop the overpopulation of America… each family was only allowed to 3 children. I was my mother’s forth, born secretly and raised on the streets with other out cast until I could fend for myself.

I saw a guard approaching near where I was as I threw away the paper left over from my bagel, asking around for ID. I had yet to get a fake one from Mark… a Freedomeer, or someone who was helping us gain as much freedom as we could, there were a very scarce amount of them. I dodged into a near by ally and ran as hard as I could until I was sure I was in safety.

more to come in 3 seconds. yes its something different.
love intrest #1 (yes there are more :P) is introduced in 3... 2... 1...

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