Olivia felt her stomach rumble and ache in hunger. She hadn't ate in days. She needed to find food or she might starve. She looked around for some scraps in the garbage. No luck. She went to the bakery by the alley she lives in, or more like sleeps in. Closed because of a snowstorm. She tried to open the door anyways in frustration, and realizes that the owner forgot to lock the door. Olivia could just smell the baked bread once she burst through the glass doors on the small bakery. She went behind the counter so she could get all the baked goods out the display cases, and there were a lot of baked goods. From pastries to just loafs of bread, almost every baked good Olivia could think of. Whilst she was taking the danishes, she heard rummaging in the back. Maybe it's a raccoon or something trying to survive just like her? Olivia wouldn't find out until she went back there. She creeped towards the back, baked goods in hand, and froze in shock. It was the owner of the store. Why is she here? The sign said the bakery was closed, so that was supposed to mean that no one was here!

"Who are you? What are you-are those the display goods?" the owner spat at the homeless girl like she was the raccoon she thought the owner was. Olivia dropped all the goods and ran for her life. She could here the owner grabbing something and immediately thought it was a weapon. She ran even faster. She got to the woods and almost passed out because of how out of breath she was. What Olivia didn't know was that the owner was right behind her with a pan in hand ready to smack the living daylights out of her. With one swing. Olivia was out cold.