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"Police! Thief!" the baker cried as the girl ran off. She heard whistles and me, much older and stronger than her, behind her. But she didn't stop. This wasn't the first time this happened to her. The police had been after her pretty much since she arrived in this place.
Almost out of breath, she ducked into the first alley she saw and hid in the shadows until she was sure the police had run by. She looked out and, not seeing anyone, came out and started walking and eating the bread that got her into all the trouble. She was also thinking about what happened to her that started all her troubles in the first place.
It had been 10 days since Katie Pintbee stumbled back in time to 1900 Manhattan. She didn't even know how it happened. She just remembered taking a walk one day to clear her head and it had started raining. She ran into the woods as the closest shelter. It seemed like it had been raining for hours. When it finally cleared up, she walked out of the woods and found that she was not home anymore. She was in the middle of a street packed with people, vendors and carriages. She also noticed that the people weren't dressed like her either. She was completely lost and confused. She walked up to a man and asked him in a panic where she was and what year it was. He gave her a weird look and said the year was 1900 and she was in Manhattan, New York. Wide-eyed, Katie backed away from him and ran away. Not paying attention, she bumped into a boy. Being littler than him, she fell to the ground. She looked up and saw he was about a year older than her, so 17. He was about 6 foot and had curly brown hair and blue eyes. He had a cap on his head and was carrying a bunch of newspapers.
"Are you okay?" he asked, offering his hand. She took it and stood up.
"Um, uh, ye-yeah. I-I'm fine," she stuttered, still in shock.
"I'm-" he started. But the second he let go of her, she took off. "David," he finished, watching her go. When she was out of sight, he continued on. But she was still on his mind.
Alone, Katie sat on a bench in Central Park, wondering how this all happened and what she should do. She figured she needed to survive until she was able to get home; and she had no idea when that would be.
She felt in her pockets and found she had $5. With this, she could but one small meal a day for a couple days and one new outfit. She bought her new clothes and ditched her old ones in a garbage can. She also bought a couple of apples. She continued like this for 4 days until she ran out of money. She then had to resort to pick pocketing and stealing, which got the police on her trail.
And now here she was, sleeping in alleys and on benches, stealing food so she wouldn't keel over, and pick pocketing for anything valuable that she could get money for. Her strawberry blonde hair that used to fall in soft curls down her back now clung to her neck and forehead from sweating from the heat. Her fair skin was covered in scrapes and bruises from beatings she had gotten. And her hair, skin and clothes were caked with dirt. She was also a lot skinner. She figured her best friends wouldn't even be able to recognize her. Except for her eyes. They were the only thing about her that was the same. They were a dark green with flecks of blue and gray.
Katie was suddenly brought out of her thoughts when a hand roughly grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
"Well, we've finally caught our thief," her captor stated. Fear filled the girl as she realized it was the police. She immediately tried to free herself.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she cried, trying to pull away. She started hitting the officer, to try to get him to let go. Her punches didn't hurt him, but it was making him angry. Not caring that she was a starving 16 year old girl, he took his club and hit her over the head, causing her to cry out in pain. She touched her head and saw she was bleeding. Her other arm was roughly taken by another police officer.
"It's to the refuge with you, street rat!" he yelled at her.
"Please, let me go! I've done nothing wrong!" she begged. One of the officers kicked the back of her knees, making her fall to the ground.
She was about to be dragged away when someone called out, "Wait, stop!"
Cliffy? Is someone coming to her rescue? Read on to find out! Oh and please review on what you think…but please no flames