I'm Back! Thanks to Tash I got my old account back. Anyway Haha Brooke I got an idea for you.
Update! I walk aimlessly down the streets of London, peering into shop windows, and smelling the food-filled aroma. I look down: my trainers are scruffy-looking already; my trousers are wet at the bottoms; and my stomach is rumbling evily. What I would give for a sandwich right now! After a while, my feet become sore, so I find myself a cosy shop doorway to sit in. I take my trainers off, only to find my feet covered in blisters. I sigh. I hate being homeless. I'd go back home... But I can't... I can't face it... What is he does it again? I shudder to think. I remember that day... I don't want to, but I do. Clear as day. I shake my head and snap out of my little trance. Well, I guess it's time to start begging. My first "victim" is a young woman, with a kindly face and strawberry blond hair. Perfect, I think to myself. I approach her slowly, like a lion approaching it's prey, and stop dead in front of her. She can tell. She knows what she has to do. And, surprisingly enough, she does it! Easier than I thought! She hands me a handful of coins and walks off without another glance in my direction. I look down at the coins and count them: £1.20! Blimey! I know, it's a pile o' poo! But yeah...