Walliver
Two Thousand Club
Don’t let them see you. Don’t get caught. If you’re caught, they’ll put you back into foster care, or stick you in juvie for a week. Maybe worse, depends on who catches you. Run.
Elliot was thin, but fast. Strong in short bursts. It gave them all the illusion that he was a child. He could walk through a crowd and not be spotted, an ability he quite enjoyed. He saw someone carrying a bag of some sort. Large, possibly coming back from work and filled with papers. Maybe food, most likely money.
He didn’t think for another moment. Elliot ran and grabbed onto the person’s bag, trying to make a run for it. But the strap didn’t snap. Their grip was too strong. “Oh no.” he whispered, knowing that this would be the end of him.
Elliot was thin, but fast. Strong in short bursts. It gave them all the illusion that he was a child. He could walk through a crowd and not be spotted, an ability he quite enjoyed. He saw someone carrying a bag of some sort. Large, possibly coming back from work and filled with papers. Maybe food, most likely money.
He didn’t think for another moment. Elliot ran and grabbed onto the person’s bag, trying to make a run for it. But the strap didn’t snap. Their grip was too strong. “Oh no.” he whispered, knowing that this would be the end of him.