Hey guys! I had serious writers block for my other fanfic! I got frustrated and decided to start fresh. I might come back to the other one, but if you were in suspense I can share the plot I had for it to make up for just throwing it away.
Chapter one: LINKS POV: I was finishing checking someone out at the checkout when a lady came up to me. “Sir, you have a homeless person in the store right now. I know it just by her look…” the lady said. A disgusted look on her face. “Well I’m not going to kick a person out because I don’t know why they are here. If you’re interested in kicking somebody else out the general store down the street is pretty strict about that kind of stuff.” I said smirking. “Ugh!” The lady said and stormed away. I went down the aisles until I found a teenage girl that looked about two years younger than me in a ragged grey t-shirt and old shorts. “Need anything?” I asked calmly. “Um, do you have any clothing under a dollar?” The girl asked frowning at the dollar in her hand. I knew I had to do something. In the weather we had, a t-shirt and shorts would not do. “Follow me.” I said as I walked down more aisles until I found clothing. I grabbed a basket and started putting clothing in it. I took a coat, a few long sleeved shirts, and pants off the rack. “I only have a dollar…” the girl said. “It’s on me.” I said grinning. “You don’t have too.” The girl said smiling a bit. “Yes I do.” I said and walked to the checkout. I put my own money into the cash register and tucked ten dollars along with a note in the girls receipt. I put it in a bag with her clothes and handed it to the girl. “Thanks. I’m Zelda by the way.” Zelda said smiling. “I’m Link. Nice to meet you, and have a nice day.” I said as Zelda walked out into the parking lot. ZELDAS POV: I looked in the bag and found my receipt. Inside of the folded sheet I found ten dollars and a note that read: “There’s a good store about a mile from here that sells food for low prices. My treat. -link” I smiled. And navigated my way to the store. When I got there, I saw Link walking down the same street. I waved and he waved back. I opened the door and the store clerk looked at me. “Please get out. We don’t allow homeless people in here.” She said a concerned look twisting on her face. “Hey! How do you know she’s homeless?” Link asked storming in. “She’s a missing child all the way across the world! We have her on the bulletin board up there!” The clerk said pointing up on the wall. I looked over. Pictures of lost kids and teens. Kids lost after fires occurred. Kids lost after parents divorce. Kids that were taken away by some society. Me being one of them. One day I was in my yard. Someone snatched me. I was taken away to some underground headquarters. It was scary. Seeing kids locked in cells and cages. Rooms labeled keep out. Watching the members of the society bring screaming kids into the rooms and hearing loud clangs. I escaped so lucky to never have been hurt. But if I told anyone about it at all. What would happen to me?
