This is the first chapter:
Bae:
The streets are not as they seem. Winding ever on until one brick wall stops you in your tracks. One. Brick. Wall. That's all I have, spare the clothes on my back for they are hardly in any shape for anyone to call them clothes. Little rags brought together buy a simple stolen needle and thread. People usually think because I steal I could have everything, but I steal to survive, I steal objects that last only a few seconds or hours at most. Things such as cloth, thread, food or tissues. I wouldn't yet dare steal anything from a shop yet, being only 7 and very inexperienced. I refrained from walking anywhere near a shop in fact, in case someone spots me and takes me back to another orphanage that is too full and too crowded to have another mouth to feed. So here I stay, upon the dirty winding maze of streets. The cold stone floor thats serves as my bed is neither comfortable nor clean. Sheets are hard to come by and I can never raise myself enough money to purchase a blanket, no one wants to hire an underaged, underfed, almost under-everything homeless child.
The weather had become hot and the days dragged on and on. I preoccupied myself with the thoughts of winter, the pale flecks of snow sticking in my hair, winter was easy to cope with, I could steal more cloth and bundle myself up but in summer, there are only so many items of clothing you could remove before losing all of your dignity. As the day stretched in and slowly transferred the sun elsewhere giving me the moon to praise for its lack of heat radiation. It's pale white light allowing me to move in the dark, do anything no matter how unforgiving. The night and I were the closest friends. Yin an yang, each others halves. The night is my only friend.