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I don't know how I got here, but whatever did bring me here, has its days numbered. I guess I should explain myself since you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. My name is Tyme, and you could say my life so far has been the work of a blind seamstress who still has no idea what she's doing.
I grew up in west side New York City, and 'parents', Bob and Stacy, didn't give a care in the world about me. You could pretty much call me an accident. If I remember correctly, my mom and dad were both 15 when I was conceived. I think by then the were already high school drop outs. I'm not certain though. Well, you could never call me really bright because I was in beginner classes all my school years and got mostly Cs maybe a few Bs. Nobody's perfect.
My appearance consisted of bright red hair, the color of lava that has just spewed out of a volcano, short yet long enough to be kept back in a pony tail at the base of my neck. My face consisted of two, no more and no less, storm blue eyes they usually had the look of "Just get this over with" in them but it helped because not many could guess my emotion at the moment. At 15 and a height of 5 ft. and 9 in. you can guess that I won't be growing anywhere anymore really.
I wore pants and a t-shirt of some kind with a sweatshirt wrapped around my waist always. The pants were usually jeans and the shirt large and baggy. My tennis shoes were that of white and nearly falling apart. Everything I wore I wore till it fell apart or I couldn't fit into it anymore. I didn't and still don't wear any jewelry nor make-up because if it takes longer than five minutes, screw it.
You can also call me a tom-boy. Hate make-up, hate dresses, and absolutely abhor going to malls. But I knew how to make fast money. Maybe not legal ways, but fast and never involving drugs, ciggies, nor alcohol. I took to street fighting and gambling. Okay at both, but better at cards. Never cheated, I try to be as fair as my abilities allow me to be. And I tried dead on to never get caught, because I knew my 'parents' would never come and bail me out of jail.
But, unlike me, Bob and Stacy didn't have as high of moral standards, if you call mine high. They were drug dealers by night and worked at a brewery by day. They weren't addicted to the crud they sold, but they sure were alcoholics. I should also say that they weren't that happy living together with a kid, but the sex must have been great because they've stayed together all my life time.
We lived in a three room apartment. It had a master bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen/living room/dining room. I slept on the couch and did what I could of my homework at our eating table. Bob was thrifty and Stacy was stingy. We had money for the necessities, and money for drugs. If I wanted clothes then I had to earn money my way.
Well, I was walking home from school, using the back alleys because it's so much faster, and I saw this guy just about to rape this little girl. I'm 14 when I got into this mess, anyways, I grabbed the guy and flung him against the opposite wall and he ran off. Smart guy, but that also told me he was probably fairly weak. He hadn't had enough time to do anything before I appeared, but her clothes were pretty much shredded. I took off my sweatshirt and handed it to her, it wasn't my favorite and I hand others at home. She stood up, took it from me, and then looked at me.
"You okay?" I asked her.
"Yes, thank you very much for saving me. You will be repaid for your services."
And with that she just disappeared. I stood shocked, then realizing I had to get home, I rushed off. When I got to the apartment, Bob and Stacy were at it again. This time it was about how many drugs they should buy. I shook my head and set up my homework stuff at the table and began to work on it.
After a few hours of more yelling, they had left and I had finished my homework. Everything was quiet and dark. Just the way I liked things. I have always, and probably will always prefer to be in the dark. I glanced at the clock, but didn't interpret what time it was. I made a fast sandwich, took a shower, and got onto my bed/couch. My pajamas consisted of a grey t-shirt and grey sweat shorts. I was waiting for a well deserved sleep since it was Friday.
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A/N - This is going to be longer. I have some more coming, since I already have this part written in a comp. book. Now all I need to do is transfer it. More coming soon. Most of the chapters will be short because I'm taking them out of my comp. book and you can put more when you type it.