For most young women being noticed, being the center of attention was key at the young age of fifteen. This could be achieved by wearing the right kind of clothing or hanging with the right kind of people. By playing sports or sometimes just by dating the popular boy at school. Taryn Reed, however, viewed being noticed on the busy streets of New York as nothing but negative. Being noticed meant getting caught, and getting caught meant not having any money for food…or worse, having the police send her back under government run foster care. The scrawny, underweight girl walked down the crowded sidewalk, dirty blonde hair matted and in desperate need of a wash. It was short, cut unevenly just above her shoulders. Whoever had done it clearly wasn’t a professional. Homeless, parentless, and jobless she wore a flowing skirt that was a little too big on her and a dirty tanktop with an unzipped jacket with sleeves that would go past her hands if she hadn’t rolled them up past her elbows to keep her hands free. Without her hands, pick-pocketing would be impossible…and right now that was her exact objective. Those bright blue eyes searched every person she walked by, waiting for the perfect target. Someone who kept money in their pocket, or someone distracted because they were on their phone. Most people were self-centered, so focused on their own lives and where they were headed that they wouldn’t give the fifteen year old one glance, much less a second one after she’d stolen from them. There he was. Her target. Her small frame slipped right into stride beside a young male covered in tattoos. He was actually texting while walking, causing himself to bump into shoulder after shoulder. An extra touch at the bum would go unnoticed for sure. With a slight smirk Taryn raised a hand to snatch the wallet out of his back pocket, successfully putting it into her jacket. Within seconds she was skillfully slipping through the mass of mindless New Yorkers while barely touching them until she reached a side alley. With a cool, calm exterior she walked down the darkened, dirty way and only stopped when she had a seat between a trash can and a cardboard box that had that rained on look. Her temporary home was a few blocks away, but she was too excited to wait. A sandwich from the shop down the street was calling her name! It wasn’t only food, but it was a reason to get out of the cold that was starting to consume her.