It was cold. Not dark, not night- just cold. The snow fell around Sorrel, wind carrying the snow around him. He had a coat on- sure, but what good would that do if he was in shorts? But he kept walking anyway. Not like he had a house to go back to- His parents want nothing to do with him now. He was kicked out in early November, left to fend for himself.
All he could do was steal food and water and try to find a clothes shop he could steal from so he could at least get a job. He needed to also find a public shower so he wouldn't stink and scare away potential employers. He walked until he found a clothes shop he knew he could steal from- just some dress pants and a polo will do. He walked around in the store with his head held high, looking at clothes and browsing like he was a regular customer. He has a small backpack that he can shove clothes into, but he needs to be quick- and that's when he spotted it. The perfect black dress pants. He picked them up and shoved them in quick and darted for the polos- he didn't even look at them, he just grabbed one and got out of the store as inconspicuously as possible.
It worked, too- either the workers didn't notice or just didn't care. But either way, he was scot free, and he could finally find a shower. Finding a public shower will be difficult, but he could do this, he swore on it! But for now, it was time for bed. He found a nice bench to lay on- and despite its hostility, he laid and slept. He was a light sleeper- he was taught that being homeless means you must be able to get up and move before dawn. Especially because people will steal your stuff- since when you're homeless, you can't exactly have much.
It was hard, sure- but he was surviving. And that's all that matters to him right now. In order to live and one day get on his feet, he needs to actually survive. It was now June, so it wasn't so unbelievably hard now that he knew the rules of the homeless. What a bother... He had already stolen some shaving cream and a small electric razor earlier, so he could shave and not have to worry about the hair getting in the way of employee judgment. Afterall, he's been working so hard just to get back on his feet- and it's not like anyone is helping him. When he woke up, he grabbed his iPhone 6. It was really old, so no one really wants to steal it- but it still worked and allowed him to apply for jobs. On it he saw that he had to schedule an interview- so he scheduled for next week on Friday. That gives him plenty of time to find that public shower, shave and get ready. He got up and started walking again.
He looked on his phone to find a public shower- and it seems there's a gas station that has one that's. 40 miles from where he is at right now. But that's okay because walking is all he does anymore, besides stealing and trying to live. He decided to steal some breakfast from the supermarket and get the show on the road. He wondered if he'd ever get out of this- if he'd be stuck stealing just to eat for the rest of his life. He decided definitely not. If he gets a job he can actually pay for stuff instead of stealing. And he could finally stop sleeping on the street, haha- anyhow, after getting breakfast, he started on his way to the gas station. Well' younger sorrel- it's not the end of the world.