"Don't forget you're lunch." Lori King called holding out a brown paper bag. "Oh, right." Emily Knight slapped her hand against her forehead with a, "Dur" and turning around to grab the bag. "Thanks." She said and hurried off to her job.
Emily Knight had been living on the streets sense she was 10 years old. Her mother left home when Emily was only 5 and her father died when she was 8. She went through two years of jumping from one foster home to another, and eventually got tired of it. So a few days after she turned 10 she ran away with her friend, Lori King, who had run away from foster homes before and knew the laws of the street.
They started out just barely making it, then Lori got a job and they slowly got money to live off of. When Emily was old enough to get a job she jumped at the chance. They eventually gained enough money to rent a small apartment and eat every day while saving money for a real house.
They went through the same routine every morning. Eating just enough to live off of and working until the day was over. They tried their hardest to save every penny they could while still living with food on their table and clothes on their back.
"I'll see you later." Emily smiled at Lori and ran off to the Hottopic in the shopping center beside the beach. She loved her job, other than the weirdoes that came in and tried to hit on her. She got to see the beach all day every day. She couldn't work all day according to state laws but she still stayed around the beach until it got dark.