Street Girl. [R]

Naomi//Heather//Carson

The morning sun beamed through the small little window that lead into Naomi's tree house, causing her sapphire blue eyes to flutter open with irritation. Naomi has been living on the streets since she was 14, and she was 17 now, turning 18 in 7 months. Naomi groaned and stretched out her arms tiredly as she sat up in the hammock that she called her bed. Kicking the blanket off of her, the raven haired girl got to her feet and trudged along to the little stand that had all her clothes in it. 5 shirts, 3 pairs of pants, 2 pairs of shorts, of course over 4 pairs of underwear, 2 bras, a sweater, and a Winter jacket. Naomi sighed and slipped into some sweat pants, and a black T-shirt before looking up at the ceiling. This teenager loved this life more than the one she had with her parents. She was free, bold, and able to make her own decisions. There was just one problem. Naomi was a girl that did illegal things, and just didn't care. But she was a great outlaw, and was very sneaky. Her tree house was well hidden in the forest, and she kept as normal as possible. She always made sure that she wore her worst clothes only when she knew when the cops would be after her. "Well, I better go find something to eat." Naomi grumbled before grabbing her sweater, and opening the door to exit the tree house. Climbing down the ladder, she dropped down about 5 feet up and ran through the forest, heading towards the city. The city came into sight, and her eyes lit up as she saw a little café. She grabbed her 10 bucks from her pocket, and entered the café, sitting down at a table in the corner. "What can I get you today?" A waiter asked, holding out a pen and a notepad. "Get me a medium coffee with bacon and eggs." Naomi said, rather unpleasantly since she was always headstrong, and fairly rude to people. "Yes ma'am." He said, scurrying off to the kitchen.

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Finishing her breakfast, Naomi rose from the table and put $7.34 on the table before walking out and onto the streets of the city. Life on the streets wasn't necessarily easy for Naomi, but she had a few other street friends that she could rely on. And Naomi liked it better this way. She didn't have her parents bagging on her, and she wasn't always flunking her classes in school. Picking up the pace, she entered the park she had to cross. Naomi sneered as she watched people being all lovey dovey with each other, causing her stomach to churn in disgust. "Typical love birds." Naomi scowled, walking faster. But a chest collided with hers, and she immediately stepped back, glaring up at the teenage boy. "Watch it pretty boy!" Naomi snapped, clenching her fists together. Naomi looked the boy over, taking in everything she saw. Thick brown hair, dark brown eyes, thin but muscular, handsome. But Naomi still scowled and glared, her hatred towards guys still remaining.

(I need you to play the boy. 18 years of age would work just fine, but I need him to be someone that lives in a house with his parents and all that stuff. He MUST look like Avan Jogia(Sorry, he's my "husband"). Any name is fine! Here's a picture of the boy! http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzq1g24OK11qezddto1_500.gif )