Martin Hilens
I never had a good family life.  All my life, it was my mom providing for me in a small apartment.  My dad always was away, either partying or something that envolved neglecting his family. 
  My parents would always argue and be at each other's throats.  Cue to me always coming home from school to see my mom at work, my dad knocked out from partying or simply not here, or simply both weren't here.  It was a shock I graduated from middle school considering me going home every afternoon with a mom who's never here, a passed out father or neither.  Considering I didn't have a childhood or almost didn't pay graduation fees, it was a shock I managed to get my diploma. 
  When I started high school, I tried my best to find a way out of staying home after school.  It's been a year since I started high school and I have no job.  I guess that makes sense considering I need to be 16* to get a job. 
  Today I gave up on finding a job early than most teens while sitting on the park bench.  I saw the Chase Space.  It was an old mansion that a college student used to turn it into a place for homeless kids because either their parents were terrible or something else.
Sometimes I would want to go there just to get away from my life.
Today might as well be another day. Considering I might as well stare, at least wishing to be there. I know I'm probably being a terrible person considering some of these teenagers that live in the Chase Space were kicked out, but I just can't help it.
School went regularly. Me being a outcast, I went unnoticed, save to answer a few questions. However, I decided to visit the Chase Space. Halfway through the walk, I was starting to regret my choices as I wondered if the people there thought I was a stalker. I was shocked to see a sign asking for volunteers.  I wasn't shocked because of a place for homeless kids but because volunteers were a necessity.  How did they not have enough volunteers?
  Deciding to walk inside to see if I qualified, I started questioning.  What could happen if I start to volunteer?
  A teenager noticed me and started walking towards me.  He (or she, I couldn't figure out) had green hair, green and pink clothes and a clipboard.  "So you here for volunteering?" The green haired kid asked.  "Uhh..yes." I got out.  I'll admit, it's been a while since I've tried for a job (and failed miserably). 
  "Hmm..alright." The teenager said.  Then, the person struck out a hand.  "Alex Fierro.  His/he pronouns please. At least for right now" Alex introduced himself.
"Martin Hilens , at your service." I introduced, shaking his hand. "Come, we have to get started on volunteering." Alex muttered.
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"Around the neighborhood?!" I reacted, shocked.  Alex rolled his eyes.  "Yes, Martin we need more volunteers.  Hand out these flyers." Alex explained, albeit rather annoyed.  I huffed. 
  "Fine." I admitted, grabbing the flyers.  "Good, now saddle along." Alex shooed me away, walking to to take care of something else. 
  "Alright whatever." I muttered.  If Alex heard, he didn't make it clear. 
  Sometimes.  Sometimes.
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This ending was kind of ambiguous (or left to interpretation) but yeah.  Here you go guys : D
Have this chapter of Martin meeting Alex.  Hope this was good : )
Constructive criticism is allowed:D
- Carla