Cassy had walked through the night and kept to places which had enough light to be safe. There were people asking her if she was lost and thugs leering at her. She knew not to trust anyone and kept to herself. She chose a cardboard box in an alley to keep her warm and was woken up by an old man pulling away from her.
"Get another place to sleep, child!" The old man yelled looking deranged and Cassy quickly scampered from there. Her pony tails were now sliding off and there was dirt all over her clothes. She no longer looked like a girl from the Baxter family.
Wondering what she should do as she was now hungry, she took to a dumpster where she met a feral cat. Scared, she took a step back, triggering the cat. It hissed, leaped forward and scratched her face in a heartbeat, and the next th
