the streets

Maria sighed, two months to the day since they had ecaped. life on the out side wasn't what they had been expecting. living on the streets wasn't fun but it was better then the lab. tom Dusten were out scalfeging for food, she was supost to be looking for jobs but who would take some homeless kids who didn't know anything.

but they would learn, if anyone took the time to teach them. but who would? everyone was too wrapped up in their own problems to notice three smart homeless children.

the first time Tom had come back with bruses, was the day they relised not everything was better on the outside, the day Dusten had come back bleeding was the day the disided they couldn't trust anyone but each other.

as time went on they were forced to learn how to fight, to hide, to steal. it was how they survied. Maira glanced down at the two sleeping, now teenagers, on her leg. it was her turn to watch.

they didn't trust the streets enough to sleep peacefully with out a watcher. they learned this the hard way.

softly she begain to sing, low enough that it wouldn't travel far but high enough that her boys would hear it. even in sleep they leaned toward the voice they knew they could trust. it was sad really. they had travled all this way to find that things here weren't any better then in the lab.

the only good thing that came from this, was freedom, such as it was, there were days she thought maybe it wasn't worth it, but as soon as the thought entered her head she would bansh it.

the song she sung had stayed in her memories even through everything she had endoured. there was one small memory of a woman, she asumed it was her mother, singing it to her when she was little.

it was the only memory that hadn't abanded her. some nights she would lay awake even when it wasn't her turn, and try over and over to remember, but to no avail.
they were gone for good.

she broshed some hair out of Dustens face, this was her life now, the memories didn't matter anymore. when she had disided that it was like a huge weight was lifted off of her.

these two teenagers were what she lived for, what she got up in the morrning for. the ones that would never turn their back on her, nor would she to them.

Marie smiled, with them backing each other up there was nothing they couldn't do.