Accused

        Lori Kadison doesn't like to be seen. You hear those words and yout think "She's shy. Not confident." Well, that's not the case. Lori is and eighteen years old, and goes litteraly unseen. She lives in no permanet home. During the days she'll wonder the streets, at night, she goes where ever she can. Old abandoned apartments or just a street alley. She doesn't now who her parents are, if she has any sisters or brothers, or even if she has any family. She is on her own. But that all changed the day she met Stella.
        It was a normal day. Well, as normal as a day can get for Lori. She was wondering in the shadows, watching the people of New York rushing off to places they had to be and buying another cup of coffee. She saw a man trying to get a woman to sell him an old antique car for half price. On the other side of the street there were all kinds of people. Different shapes and sizes. All to busy to notice her, except a girl.
        She had red hair pulled back into a tight pony tail. Lori's hair was brown and snarly. She wore a knee length skirt and a lacey top. Lori had ripped jeans and a T-shirt. Her shoes looked like they were ment for a model. Lori's were an old pair of tennis shoes. She looked like she Lori's my age, eighteen. Maybe a bit older. She started walking toward  her. She didn't like that.
        Lori slipped back into the shadows. "Hello?" She heard the girl. She was following her. "Hello." She said again. "Come back, I don't bite," She said with a giggle. Lori stopped and turned around.
        "What do you want," Lori asked, "Don't like me wondering on your streets?" Lori said.
        "Wonder all you want, I don't really care. I'm just wondering why you wonder the streets," She said.
        "Is that any of your busness?" Lori asked, then she started walking again.
        "I've seen you on the streets every day." This shocked Lori I had never seen her before, and yet she'd seen her every day? "Don't you have a family?"
        Lori stopped short. She closed her eyes and then turned around, opened them and said "Look, I am just fine by myself. I don't need you to be getting into my busness. It's my life and I'm fine with it" She snapped the words at her. But she, obviously, was stuborn.
        "What's your name?" she asked. Lori glared at her.
        "Lori," She said, "Why do you care?"
        "How old are you?" She asked, Ignoring Lori's question
         "Eighteen," She told her.
          "Nice to meet you," She said, holding her hand out. Lori looked at her hand, then back up at her. She just tilted her head toward Lor's hand as if to say I'm not leaving tell you shake it. So she shook it. "I'm Stella Sander. I'm also eighteen. Want to go get a cup of coffee?" She asked
        Lori looked at her. She had asked me if I wanted to have a cup of coffee with her. She was shocked. She looked rich. And she was asking someone like Lori to have a cup of coffee. Lori just smiled and said, "I don't drink coffee" Lori told her.
        "Great!" She sounded like she was going to have tea with the queen of England or something. "Come on."
        "Wait, I just said . . ." But she just dragged me down a street.

They walked up to some sort of fancy coffee shop. "Wait," Stella said.
        "What?"  Lori asked.
        "Here, I always keep an extra oufit in my tote bag. You can have it. I don't really need it." She said, handing Lori the clothes.
        "Is there something wrong with my clothes" Lori asked.
        She giggled, "Your just to funny, come on" She led Lori into the coffee shop and said to go in the bathroom and change. She did. I came out and her face lit up. "You look wonderful!" She chimed.
        "Um, right," Lori said, unsure about her . . .  in a skirt and top . . .  with pumps she could barely walk in.
        "What do you want?" Stella asked her.
        "Um . . . what do they have?" Lori asked
        "Well, you can have a doughnut and a cup of coffee." She said
        "Um, sure," Lori said. She had never had a cup of coffee or a doughnut.
         Stella odered the food and we took a seat. "So?" She asked as Lori took a bite of the doughnut.
         "Wow, that's good." Lori said, then took another bite of the doughnut. Stella smiled a smile of satisfaction.
        "Next, I was think we should go shopping. We can get you som fabulous clothes and . . . " Lori cut Stella off.
        "No, that's fine, I'm good with my clothes. It's bad enought that You've already gotten me into this." Lori said, gesturing to the skirt and top she was wearing. Stella giggled.
       " Alright then, we'll go see a movie." She said, then nodded her head, once again satisfied.
       "A movie?" Lori asked.
       "Oh my gosh, don't tell me you've never seen a movie before," Stella said.
        "Well," Lori started.
        "Come one," Stella grabbed Lori's hand before she could finish her sentence, "I'll show you."

they started walking down the street. Lori had changed out of Stella's clothes because they were starting to bother her. She didn't like that, but I insisted.
        "It's not that long of a walk to the movie theater. Just a couple blocks," stella told Lori.
        they walked another block then heard the shouts of the police, "Stop her!" They came running down the street . . . towards Lori. The seized her.
         "Excuse me, what do you think your doing?" Stella shouted at the police officer.
         "This girl is under arrest," The police officer answered.
        "For what reasons?" Stella said.
         "She stole money out of the cash register in the market," The police officer said.
        "That can't be true, get your hands off of her!" Stella shouted.
        "Yeah, buzz off!" Lori shouted in his face.
        "Alright, come on," The police officer said.
        "I didn't do it, Stella!" Lori shouted as the officer dragged her away.
        "I know! I belive you!" She shouted back. "I'll prove your innocent!"

                                                   To be continued . . .