Helen ran as fast as her small body could, she was so tired but she had to run away from the cops. Cops were always after street kids because they were thevies, kids without parents, trouble makers,ect. that's what everyone always thought but hear a street kid's story and you'd think differently. Helen or Snow as everyone else called her because of her white hair which right now was matted up with blood. Helen was a small girl for her age, she was defiantly skinny to the point her collar bone jutted out, she also had light blue eyes that looked dull. She's 14 now but her life wasn't the easiest; She'd been sent to an orphange at birth and stayed there until she was twelves. She'd broken out with a group of kids and searched for her parents that didn't even remember her so she left them behind and ended up going back to the orphange but she left after she couldn't stand not being adopted. She's been on the streets for a year now, mostly doing things on her own but once in a while hanging out with 2morrow and Stone. Helen turned a sharp corner into an ally and went through a broken gate. The cops lost her and she took a breath as she began to walk. It was colder out now and all she had were some old convers, ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, and a Black Parade Hoodie which had been through a lot already. Praticlly worn thin and barely keeping her warm now. Helen realized she was in the better part of town, where the "rich folk" lived and where street kids weren't accepted. She flicked her hoodie up as she started to jog, knowing she had to leave now.