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Chapter 2
Sam ran and ran until she got to a bus stop. She had jeans, a t shirt, and sneakers on her body. In her heavy backpack she had two boxes of crackers, 700 dollars,a refillable water bottle, a coat, and a book. She wasn't thinking. She wasn't knowing. When she ran she accidently wound up at a bus stop she decided to get on. The farther away the better. It took her seven days to travel 1, 400 miles from Louisiana to NYC. She rode bus after bus, only getting off when she had to. When she got to New York, she slept in the subway bathrooms or on park benches. She would refill her water bottle in public restrooms and ocasionally stop at a grocery store to buy crackers or peanut butter. She spent her days trying to earn extra money by carrying grocerys. She didn't look any older than 14 but she was able to look pretty clean so people trusted her to carry their grocerys or walk their dogs. Three months had passed and it was now October. Sam was sitting in Times Square, shivering from the cold. It was hailing very hard and Sam's head hurt from the ice hitting her. She was trying to get shelter under a department store canopy. Sam felt weak and tired, like she was going to pass out. She hadn't eaten in three days, for her money had run out. As much as she hated to, she decided she would ask the next nice person for money or work.
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Kevin Jonas hurried down Times Square, trying to get out of the hail. He was trying to get to his hotel before he and his brothers had a show that night. As he was hurridly walking he saw, a young teen probably twelve or thirteen begging another man for money. Her hair was dirty and limp around her face. Her clothes were dirty but looked well cared for and she had on a parka over her blue t-shirt. Her brown eyes looked tired and her face was getting more pale by the minute. Kevin looked at her with symapthy. She looked sick and was begging the man to give her food. Kevin rushed over to her with a twenty in his hand ready to give her money when she passed out. His steady walk turned into a run as he ran towards her. A crowd gathered aroind ehr and Kevin pushed through.
"Call 911." He yelled as he felt for a pulse. A middle aged woman pulled out a phone and dialed the three famous numbers. Kevin found the pulse, gasping at her cold skin. He took of his coat and put it on her limp body as he pulled her towards him, trying to give her some of his body heat.
"Come on." He whispered to this stranger that he felt so much to as he held her close.
