Harry then immediately stopped the argument with the door and pretended to walk down the eerie alley. She then placed her ear to the door for a second time. This time she didn’t hear a crash but a series of whimpers. She then resumed an upright position and waited for a few minutes before she lunged at the handle. The door swiftly flew open and Harry fell flat on her filthy face.
She looked up to see a little girl shaking in the corner. Harry felt sorry that she had frightened the little girl. Harry slowly rose as not to scare the little girl but, every time she moved the weary child moved closer in the corner. She gradually shifted along the creaking floorboard of the empty room in an attempt to reach her.
“Who are you?” Harry queried in her normal boisterous self. The little girl didn’t reply. Harry then sat beside her as a sign that she was not going to hurt her. “Can you talk?” Harry said. Yet the little girl said nothing. “If you're not going to talk then don’t,” she said, “just be that way.” Harry then crossed her arms and sat like she was a stubborn child who had just been shouted at.
She peered into the little girl's watery eyes and said, “Fine then you can be my friend if you insist.” The little girl was so overjoyed that she ran to Harry and hugged her. “We’ll if your going to be my friend you need a name,” The little girl waited anxiously as to what horrifying name this stranger would give her.
“I shall call you…,” the little girl started to bit her nails as if the tension was too much for her, “….call you Fran. That’s right I’ll call you Fran.” The Little girl showed glimpse of happiness and relief that Harry hadn’t chosen a name that she detested.
The pair sat in the darkness as if they were waiting for someone to arrive but, Harry being her stupid self asked, “So, where’s your mummy.” Fran bust out crying at the thought of her mum lying in a bed in a lonely house dying or already dead as the case may be. Harry hugged Fran and said, “It’s okay my mums dead too but, we can stick together.”
Fran stood up and walked over the room to a black bag. She put her hand inside and pulled out two packets of crisps and a bottle of juice. Fran then walked back towards Harry, when she sat back down she seemed somewhat reluctant to hand the food over. Harry examined the packet and noticed that it was three months out of date but, all She did was obey her rumbling stomach and eat what she was given. As Harry ate the moist blue moulded crisps she thought about what she was going to do next. She couldn’t go home because it was to far away and she didn’t know anyone in London.
When the girls finished the blue moulded crisps and drank the flat coke they decided to leave the shelter to look for someone anyone. They tided up the little room and lifted anything they thought would be needed later on. “Come on Fran hurry up,” Harry bellowed. Fran nodded her weary head. The girls left the little room and made their way out of the alley.
As they walked down the alley they noticed a crowd gathering at the end of it. “What’s going on?,” Harry whispered. Fran started to squeeze Harrys arm. The girls decided to keep walking down the alley. As they got closer to the mouth of the alley one by one the crowd turned around to peer at the withered young girls. As Harry and Fran made their way through the crowd one of the men pushed them. Harry screamed and fell in a puddle. Fran stood terrified looking at the ground. Harry stood up and roared, “What do you think your doing!” One of the strongest men grabbed Fran by the back of her jumper and laughed. Harry ran at him shouting, “Put her down you big bully!” Another man held back Harry as the group spit on Fran and teased her. Fran was in hysterics, kicking and hitting the men. Harry stopped and dropped to the ground. The group started to gather around her to see what was wrong. At the right moment Harry slightly opened her eye to see what was going on. She then leaped up and elbowed a few men, and then she grabbed Fran and the pair ran away. But the crowd didn’t give up they followed them.
They ran into a second hand shop around the corner from the alley. The group that were chasing them ran past the shop which the girls were hiding in. After a few minutes Harry and Fran rised from underneath a pile of mouldy clothes. Harry then tried to calm down Fran who was shaking from fear. “It’s alright Fran we’re safe now,” Harry said in a comforting voice, “they’re away now”. Fran slowly calmed down but she was still afraid of the crowd coming back.
“Look Fran would you wise up they’ve gone now,” Harry said, and with that Fran give her last pitiful whimper and stood beside Harry. “We need to find something to eat or else we’ll starve.” Fran nodded her head in agreement. Suddenly they heard a noise from the back of the shop. They both turned around unwillingly. “Now how tough are you?” a big grubby male emplied. Harry and Fran turned towards the shops entrance as their only means of escape. “Think your going somewhere?” a large man said, who was standing in another small group by the door. The girls looked at each other with a tear trickling down their cheeks.
