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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2011 13:42:51 GMT -8
"hey! hey that kid has my purse!" the yell came from the woman as Kristofer grabbed her purse and ran. He wasn't a horrible person. He just needed money. The sixteen year old had been living like this for as long as he could remember. He had been the youngest of seventeen children, his dad was in and out of jail, and his mom was a hooker who finally got arrested for it, and she was high on crack. He had been nine. At first, his older sister took him in. She put him in school and they were broke but happy. When she got pregnant when he was thirteen, though, there was suddenly no room for him.
He was still going to school. And they never knew that he never had a home. He got along just fine. It had been three years, and he had thought that it would be easier after he turned sixteen. He thought he'd be able to get a job. But no, nobody wanted to hire a boy in rags. Ok, so they weren't rags. He looked halfway decent. But he didn't exactly look professional.
When the woman yelled, the owner of the bowling alley chased him. The kid sprinted out of the place, and out onto the sidewalk. He bumped into someone, though, and was knocked to his feet, just in time for the owner to catch up.
"I'm calling the police! Thief!"
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2011 14:15:26 GMT -8
Connor...check. Zachary...check. JJ...check. Ian...check. Brittany....check. Courtney...check. Cassandra....check. Jenna....check. Larisa marked the kids' names as she finished shopping for them. She had picked up enough dinner for all of them. She collected the to-go bags from the restaurant and walked to the car, unlcoking it. She had just put the bags of food in the car when she was suddenly ran into. Instinctively, her hand went to her stomach. She looked down at the person who had fallen. Her eyes went from a harsh glare to a soft, concerned look. And when the manager of the bowling alley caught up, she looked at him. She listened to him, before stepping in front of the kid.
"Excuse me? This is my son.. You're not calling anyone. You have a problem with my kids, you take it up with me? Not the police. Got it?" she spoke sternly, fixing her gaze on the man. There were very few people who had the nerve to stand up to her when she did that. She didn't expect him to be able to. She might not know the boy, but he was obviously a kid. She wasn't going to see him arrested.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2011 14:24:24 GMT -8
Kristofer was ready to run again. But then the woman stepped in front of him and defended him. His eyebrows raised in surprise. Her kid? He was? He didn't even know the woman. But hey, he'd take it. He didn't want to be arrested, after all. He figured that the manager would leave and he'd be on his way. He'd thank her, obviously. But he wasn't going to bother her for anything. Not after she helped him. Though, he could smell the food from the van and his stomach growled. He hadn't eaten all day. But he tried not to focus on that.
"That's your son? He stole a purse from one of the bowlers" the man spoke irritably. Kris had actually forgotten about that. He looked around for it, and it had fallen under the wheel of the van. Ok. Good. He would get it once the guy was gone. It sounded like a good plan, right?
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2011 16:00:10 GMT -8
Larisa looked at the boy. "A purse? seriously? Give it back, young man. Right now!" she spoke, sternly. She didn't think she had to really be his mother to take care of that. The young man probably just needed money. He looked like he was starving to death. And really, she would handle that. She already decided that the kid was going home with her. If he had a home, then she would see what she could do for the family. She refused to believe that he was stealing just to steal. What kid did that? Honestly.
Her eyes scoured the area. If the boy took a purse, it had to be around here somewhere, right? She looked at the kid, and followed his eyes. It was behind her wheel. Sighing, she looked at the kid. "I can't get it. It's right there" she pointed with her foot. "Come on, now. Don't keep the man waiting"
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2011 16:19:04 GMT -8
Or not. Kristofer slowly stood up, grabbing the purse. He didn't want to come out from behind the woman, though. She was like his fortress. He looked at her and at the manager before he finally tossed the purse to him. He stayed quiet, watching the interaction. He didn't want to screw anything up. The man thought he was her kid. And looking at the woman, she could probably be his mother. He understood why the man bought it. It didn't make him understand why she was doing it.
The manager caught the purse. "fine. I won't call the police. But you better deal with him. And the next time he steals from someone in my alley, I'm calling the cops."
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