Run, just run. Those were the only words that ever went through my head. That was all that I knew how to do. My name is Jake. I'm the leader of the Subway Surfers. I started out all alone. Now, my crew's huge. I feel like I've actually got a family! This is my story.
My parents gave me up for adoption when I was born; a full thirteen years ago. I'm not exactly sure why, but I'm pretty sure it's along the line of my mother always wanting to party and never wanting a responsibility. I ran away from my foster home when I was nine to find a place of my own. It didn't really work out, so I ended up staying at a train station.
After a while, a cop came. This was most likely because of some guys who were doing graffiti and left their paint behind. The cop thought that I was the one who did it and started chasing after me. I decided to go along with it. The first time, I got caught after about thirty seconds of running. I can't believe it! A fat cop just caught me!, I thought to myself. He threatened to call my parents, but I always took off before he could ask for their number.
Now it's a routine. Run, paint, run. It's not always me, though. I've recruited a lot more people. That cop definitely wasn't prepared for all of us! I'm just waiting for the day he finally gives up. But right now, I'll just focus on trying to stay alive and out of too much trouble.