runaway

"Listen, kid, I don't know what happened to you nor where you come from, but... If you need a place, here you have one. As long as you don't throw your shit on my yard again, of course." The man stares at the chocolate wrap laying on the floor, making Sasha shift her focus there, too. "I have food, an extra bed and a shower. And, speaking of that... Here you go, your face and hands are full of chocolate."He pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and hands it to her. She squints her eyes, suspicious, and slowly cleans herself, glancing at him all the time."How can I know that I can trust you?" She spits."You can't."---OR, Sasha is a runaway. Marcy is a model student. Sasha likes to observe Marcy.