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Date Posted: 11:28:04 04/16/02 Tue
Author: Sunshine
Author Host/IP: host213-1-192-68.btinternet.com / 213.1.192.68
Subject: torn from mother nature

Heart broken teen sits against a rusted dustbin, slender appendages splayed in the midst of the dirt ridden pavement. Her cream hued skin glints through black fishnet tights and a sewer rat sits contentedly upon the girl's deep purple skirt.
Seventeen years has she existed in this world, ten of which as parentless wanderer. Not until today however, has this confused femina felt true isolation. Her mind casts back to the happiest days of her life...
Young and free, the frail seven year old jumped off the train, curiously watching the activity of unfamiliar americans through her round, blue tinted sunglasses. Her feather weight, sea green dress floated softly against plump knees and she lifted a sandled foot at an angle to scratch an itchy patch on her knee. Would she find some more of her type to live with?
A soft smile danced upon her pixie-like features as a dozen hippies strided towards her. That had been the first turning point in her life.
This is her second t-junction of life.
A hopeless tear rolls down her slightly freckled face and she catches a ginger strand of hair in her mouth, chewing on it anxiously as she thinks as to what she can do.

Name? "M'name's Sunshine"
Age? "Seventeen sir"
Gender? "Can't ya see?"
Racial background? "Dun see why it matters, but yeah, England"
Social Status? "Fuck off, I can't help i ended up on the streets!"
Personality? "Probing aren't ya! Well... I bin a hippie, but I ain't so gentle now..."
Appearence? "You blind or summin?"


Sunshine



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