Ash strolled down the congested streets on Times Square as she kept her head low and avoided eye contact with everyone. First she ran away from the gang she was with in Chicago, and now she felt like she was in hiding and completely lost in New York City. She let her long blondish chestnut hair fall over her shoulders and act like curtains for her face. The baggy tank top and cargo pants hid her curvy body. One thought kept crossing her mind: Could there be a day that she would have to go back to Chicago?