The police would have labled some of them as lost causes, and told the rest to steer clear of them, but that did not mean they were heartless thugs. One of the last acts before the crew was split, only to hear from each other via msn or through news reports, was an act of caring, and of kindness. Generosity that failed, but that showed their true spirit of support.
There was an abandoned house, one that had it's windows boarded up ten years ago when the previous occupants had been brutally murdered in the entrance. All the windows had been smashed from the inside leaving shards of glass covering the floor, and the walls had been covered in graffiti.
They had to bend one of the boards that covered the window back, and remove the remaining shards of glass from the window to get in. But once inside the place seemed so safe and secure in the dark. They knew it would be the ideal spot to chill out. They changed the lock on the back door, and began cleaning the glass up by torchlight. They hooked up the electricity. And when chuckout night came, they began collecting furniture. They had 3 full length couches, a bookshelf, a fridge, a set of cups, several single comfy chairs, 3 blankets, 1 bed, 4 mattresses, 2 pillows and a lamp.
The place was set, and one of them had already decided to move in, to get away from her less than appropriate father. However the neighbour had noticed and caused a ruckus, having all their things thrown out, and having the placed locked up again.
Nothing had come from all of their work. Nothing except the knowledge of what a bunch of streetrats could accomplish, and the spirit they possess.
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