Sorry, I was busy with homework and stuff! Meant to post this sooner!
Prim twisted and wormed her way free from Ali's grip.
“Tell them, Ali,” she whispered.
Ali sighed.
“I was an orphan from four years old. My dad left before I was born and mum caught some kind of disease. No-one found me, hiding out in mum’s house, slowly nibbling through the food we had left. When there was no more food in the house, people had realised they didn’t see my mother anymore. They came looking, so I ran for it. I lived on my own for five years, among the rubbish bags in the alley behind Tyshow’s house…” she trailed away, remembering.
“One day I wandered out of my hiding-place and came across someone small crying behind a dustbin. She told me that her parents had been in an accident involving a horse-drawn cart, and that she couldn’t find them. I knew at once where her parents were,” Ali leaned back, looking up at the stars. Prim nestled into the older girl’s side and sniffled quietly. Ali made a strange kind of purring noise and continued with her story.
“It was Prim. Lost and alone, her parents far away where no-one can call them home…. She was cold, hungry, and tired, just six years old…” Ali nuzzled her face into Prim’s hair.
“Ali pretty much adopted me,” sniffled Prim, wiping a stray tear off of her face.
“We’ve looked after each other ever since…” Her voice trailed off and she nestled back into Ali’s arms, hiding her face.