Chapter 1: Strawberries, Yum.
Running, I'm running, well, I guess you could call it sprinting since I'm pretty sure, I'm going about 20 miles per hour. Maybe I should start at the beginning, before I was running like I was in a slasher movie? I guess it started with a Friday night and the little girl running across the street, her pink handbags' keychain shinning in the street at night. Then, the bus, that big purple bus, that I swore was about to go through a red light. My friend yelled out, running, sprinting, towards the girl. I remembered things in sequence then, the girl being pushed out of the way of the big clumsy purple Barney, honking it's horn as it blazed on by. Except, it wasn't a Barney, "I love you, you love me." as it would always say. It blazed past as my mind registered what me and the little girl on the other side of the street were staring at, that heap that lay in the middle of the street? The heap that oozed red liquid like a strawberry? That was my 1 and only friend, Abby. They started to gather. At first, I only saw me and Abby, and I watched as her life with me flashed in my eyes. How we both met in the 2nd grade classroom, her wearing bright neon tights and a crazy paint splattered tee with white shorts, me, the exact opposite, a black rose, painted on my tee and skinny jeans that were ripped up horribly. The flashing I saw was actually not only in my imagination, it was blue and red, ambulance sirens! There was people asking questions, 'Are you ok?' 'Who is that?' 'Poor kid'. I looked around, snapping outta my daze, to see, about 25 people gathered around me asking me if I was hurt. One lady seemed completely worried that I would be trampled and rushed me out of the tightening crowd. I ran through the graffiti filled streets until I was sure I'd lost the yelling men and women, still in their monkey suits, not caring if the humid Florida weather made them stink like wet dogs. "Great, just great, where am I now?" I asked out loud. I looked around the dark empty streets, only dominated by the lone full moon and the small light coming from the countless rooms of the grown ups that were still awake. "Come." I heard a voice whisper behind me, I turned around quickly, relieved that some one, anyone was there to help me, except, when I turned, there was nothing, just the silhouettes of people in their houses, seeming to do the waltz on the barren alleyway ground. I took a deep breath, relax, just relax, your not in a horror movie, you're in real life, relax. I told myself as thousands of images of the slasher movies I watched with Abby flashed by my eyes. My heart and stomach gave an unexpecting churn as I thought of Abby, her dead body, oozing blood? Where could I go? I was going to stay at Abby's house, as I always do every Friday, to avoid my father when he comes home late, drunk. Well, he's always drunk when I see him, but, Friday is always worse because he's home for the weekend and doesn't worry about his coworkers or my teachers noticing something strange.