Full Summary: They say that 'If you start running away from your problems, you'll be running from them for the rest of your life'. You see, me and one of my best friends are 'relocating' to a tiny place called La Push. Its a big change, going form the Streets of LA to a tiny indian reservation. We're not running, persay, just starting new. Even though I thought moving away would solve things. But of course my reasons for moving have to follow. Note the sarcasm in that last sentence.

Prologue

They say that you can't always go running away from your problems because in the long run it never solves anything. But I don't usually run away, I'm just gunna do it this one time. I'll start new and begin in a place where no one knows my name. With my only connection to La Push is my best friend's baby daddy. I'm tired of always looking over my shoulder looking for my boss. I sick of always worrying that I say one wrong thing and he blows up at me, leaving me with my fair share of bruises.

I didn't even want get mixed up with him and the 7th Street Kings, he offered to pay my medical bills after that Rico from up in the hills blasted me and my buddy Rascal. My knee still don't work right though. I have to use this bomb ass cane, but I ain't complaining. I think it makes me look bad ass. Plus is some little menso starts shit with me I could just beat the piss outta them with my cane. I try to look on the bright side of things, and try not to think about the fact that the reason I have the cane is because me and Rascal wouldn't loan the little bastard a pound of weed without a front. He fucking killed Rascal!

I mean who the hell did that Pendejo think he is? Blasting us just because his parents would pay his allowance? Lucky bastard should be even lucky he has both his parents. My stupido padre is in prison, he thought it would be a good idea to shoot a cop when they stumbled upon his little operation. My mom died when I was just un pequena hija. The last thing she told me was to promise to be the first in the family to graduate from high school. And I've been trying my damnedest to keep that promise.

I'm in my senior year. About a quarter in and I've been trying my hardest to keep up with it. Not many kids that go to high school around Echo Park make it to senior year. Only two of my friends have stuck through with me. The rest have left, whether it is from dropping out, or getting expelled, or getting sent to jail. Or for the select few that got out of school by catching a bullet to the chest. Around here, you go to a funeral once a week; people go the funerals more often than they go to church. I'm the only kid that hangs with the Kings that's still in school. Because of that my names 'School Girl' Others are more caught up in their 'operations' aka selling drugs from the deserted alley that me and Rascal go blasted at.

With both my parent gone I bet your wondering, where the hell is it that I sleep at night? It's not on the streets. No way in hell would I stoop that low. No offense to Mosca who lives under the overpass near the LA River. Although I hate calling it a river since seriously, it's more like a small little stream, that reeks of garbage but I guess Mosca's used to the smell since esa fucking lives there. I alternate y'know? Spend some nights at Giggles place or at Spooky's, my boss, pad. I always kinda hate staying at Spooky's because he is very….I dunno how to say this but, very Spooky I guess. He enjoys touching and kissing and even going farther. But we ain't had sex yet.

I don't know what it is about him but he's always very cold. It's nice sometimes like during the summer and the AC is busted but it gets pretty chilly sometimes in Southern California and I don't like sleeping next to a friggin ice cube. Also every now and then he'll do this thing that really creeps me out sometimes. I'll be sleeping and then I'll wake up suddenly and he's right fucking there! He's right up close to me and sniffing me like some weird ass animal. Then when I notice he's there then he's gone! He just disappears. I bring it up with him and he just says I was probably still dreaming.

He also is really weird. I saw him get hit by a car and then just fucking walk away! Not scratch on him but the car looked messed up! I remember the guy got out of the car and try and bust a cap in Spooky. I saw him fire, it was all kinda slow motion the bullet hit Spooky then just bounced off. Like he's fucking Superman! All it left was a hole in his shirt. Then what happened next blew my mind! Spooky tackled the guy and started growling like some dog with rabies or sumin. He had the guy on the ground and just started wailing on the guy. Then I saw Spooky lean down like he was gunna whisper something in the poor bastard's ear. The guy froze. And he started screaming. Then he just stopped moving and screaming and stuff. I think he was dead, but Spooky never wanted to tell me anything about what happened that night. He kept saying that he never got hit by a car, that it was just the bud I had smoked earlier that night. But I don't know.

I didn't like to admit it but Spooky scared me. And it was the kinda scared that you shouldn't feel about someone you spent this much time with. And whenever I came home he always asked me where I was, who I was there with. Like he was my fucking father! And he's not; my own dad didn't ever treat me like that, so I wasn't gunna take that shit from him! He also scared me because he would come home some nights angry, very angry. Sometimes he would beat on me. Not much, but enough. Then he would come home the next day with his hair all messed up, and his eyes glowing this weird reddish color. That's another thing that freaked me out.

He never liked being turned down either. He would get angry whenever I didn't want to do the nasty with him, which was always, call me old fashioned but I wanted love, not just meaningless… uh… meaninglessness. He would always just vanish from in front of me. I would hear him breaking things in another room and whenever I would go and look out he would fly into a rage. He started breaking me. I've been to the hospital way to many times. Its gets harder to convince the doctors that I fell. Again. he broke my bones. Y'know the bone in your thigh, its s'posed to be the hardest one to break and he broke it. It didn't even look like he was trying. I think he had this weird sado-sumin fetish, because whenever I accidently cut myself or got in some scrap that ended up bleeding, even just a little bit, her would get all….just weird. Acting freaky and licking me a lot.

Giggles keep telling me to stop going around him but I have to! I still have to pay off my knee surgery. It got the bullet out but it's still not the same. Spooky offers to pay to get some reconstructive surgery but I say no. I don't want to owe him anymore. I'm nowhere near paying him off. I've been going double time trying to expand my operation into the Speaker Queens Territory, but they don't want one of the King's Girls hanging around their neighborhood.

I was kinda late and my knee was bothering me. It was chilly, which is winter down here in the LAC, and I could feel the chill straight through to my bad knee. I had already taken to sitting on the dusty old couch that had appeared here over a year ago. I was waiting for another Rico from the hills to come down and get a 'discount'. It was the %200 percent discount. The price I give them is double what I usually give the regulars but they can afford it. If they could afford to drive around in some stupid hybrid car they could afford to pay top dollar for some product.

I leaned back on the couch, ignoring the distinct smell of cat piss and other bodily fluids. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked to see if the stupid Guera messeged me about when she'd get here And I don't mean Guera, my bud Guera, I mean that white chick that lives with her mom and her trust fund. I pulled a container of Chinese food from my black duffle bag. I pulled the chopsticks out of my pocket that I kept there. When you're a bit of a stoner and you get the munchies you gotta keep your own silverware. Or well, woodware. I popped open the container and dug into my beef broccoli.

"If the Pendeja isn't here by the time I finish my dinner I'm heading out" I reasoned out loud. I yawned and looked at my phone for the time. I tossed my empty Chinese food container towards a couple of trashcans further down the alleyway. I yawned again. A couple more minutes wouldn't hurt. I closed my eyes and rested a little bit. When my knee starts acting up I have to take my meds. Nothing major just some pain killers. Bad thing about them though is that they make me kinda sleepy. I guess I fell asleep because I woke up to the feeling of my phone vibrating against my thigh. I flinched and grabbed it. The caller id said 'Spooky'. I saw the time. 2am. Ugh! That friggin cabrona didn't show! I flipped open the phone and pressed the answer button, only to have my ears assaulted by none other than Spooky in one of his moods.

"Hello, School Girl here." I answered.

"School Girl? Dammit! What the fuck? Where the hell are you? I've been waiting for you to call and I'm fucking pissed at you! Do you think you can just be my girl and then just go around without my permission? What the fuck!" he yelled into the phone.

"Listen Spooky, I'm sorry that I didn't call you. I fell asleep waiting for a client, don't be too mad at me, okay?" I said with my voice weak. I didn't like it when he was mad; he hurt me when he was mad. Usually I'm not one to walk around with my tail between my legs but he scared me. I'm usually fearless, as in fearless enough to punch out the Morena's lead girl. And she's known to keep a knife in her hair mess of Aquanet covered hair for when she fights.

"You bet your fucking ass that you're sorry! After all I've done for you, I paid for your medical bills when you fucking retarded enough to get your ass shot, I give you a place to stay, I give you food, I buy you nice things and this is how you fucking repay me!" he screamed the last part, I hdeld the phone away from my so I wouldn't lose my hearing. At this moment as my back was turned away from the mouth of the alley and a car that had pulled up in the alleyway without my knowledge honked its horn at me. I jumped and dropped the phone; it snapped shut when Spooky had started up again with his ranting. Oh no.

He would be super pissed at me. I remember the last time I accidently hung up on him, that's how I broke that bone in my leg, the femur! That's what it's called. I prayed that he wouldn't be to mad. Dear god, don't let him be to mad. I turned towards the car that had pulled up. It was one of hybrids that the Ricos drove all the time. The moon roof was open and I saw a torso waving their arms wildly. It was sitting on the roof of the too-clean hipster car. I hate hipsters, they think that if they move into our neighborhood, shop at our shitty convenience stores, and buy from our drug dealers, that they are one of us. But you can always tell a real homeboy from a hipster shit.

"Hey! You School Girl?" the figure yelled. I recognized that voice; it was the voice I heard on the phone when I was scheduling the meeting. That was the fucking Pendeja that had me waiting this whole time. I guess since Spooky was probably pissed at me I could make him a little happier by bringing home some money.

"Me? Yeah, why? You looking to score a little something?"

"Depends what'cha got?" stupid idiot, I hated how the mensos from the hills thought it was this whole secret code down in Echo Park. There wasn't the cops don't give a shit anymore. They called this place 'self cleaning ovens' just shut the door and let the problem take care of itself.

"Depends on what yah looking for, why don'cha come down from that car and talk some business. Huh?" The figure complied. I guess he was the passenger since the driver's side door opened and the person sitting on the roof of the car jumped down. God I hate these cabrons. They walked over to the beat up old couch and I used my cane as leverage to get myself up off the dusty monster. I gave them a quick up and down, assessing whether or not they were a threat. Something I forced myself to do ever since that night with me and Rascal. One was tall, a guy, with too tight pants, a v-neck, a scarf, and a fedora. The other was a girl, shorter and dressed in way to much Hollister.

"Okay, we're here. How much for a ten grams of coke, you know ?" the dude asked, looking around a little too much. Figures these hipsters always go for the nose candy. Makes me hate 'em just that much more. They think it's what the homeboys do, but most of the homeboys stay away from the shit. Most of us may be piss poor but we knew better than to take those chances. We mostly only sell that shit for house parties up in the hills. It's their party favors. Hijos de Putas. And they ask for ten fucking grams! Do you know how much that is! I don't carry around that much product. Mensos.

"Well," I said starting my well rehearsed 'business' speech. "That depends, you want the good stuff or the great stuff?" I said smiling. They were both the same, but you make an extra hundred bucks, depending on how much you jack the price up. Stupid ricos never know the difference. They both looked at each other and smiled a little too wide. I hate ricos, subtle little things they do just creep me out.

I limped my way backwards towards my discarded bag. Being sure not to turn my back to them. I looked down for a split second and pulled my bag up and onto the couch. I took a quick glance up to the ricos to make sure they weren't doing anything shifty. But they were gone. I looked around wildly almost toppling over. They were just gone, vanished. Their car was still here. The doors left open and the headlights shining down the alleyway behind me. Now I was really creeped out. Where the hell did those freaks go?

I heard a banging noise. I looked up, expecting to see some animal running across the roof. The ricos were there, standing on the edge of the roof. The boy slowly leaned forward and tumbled the three floors to the ground. He made a sick thump and was followed soon after by the girl. I let out a small scream. I dragged my leg behind me as I practically sprinted towards them. What the hell? How did they get up there? Especially without me noticing? And why the hell did they fall like that? I fell to my knees, wincing as my right knee screamed at me. I pulled the girl towards me. Pulling her onto my lap face up. Her neck was twisted at an awkward angle. Her face looked frozen in a silent scream. Her eyes wide in fear. The guy looked to be in the same shape.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I turned swiftly feeling eyes on me. I saw and empty alleyway. Then before I could react I was up against a wall. I looked down, my feet were dangling at least a trashcan's height above the ground. Spooky was the one who had me pinned by my neck to the wall. His too cold hands burning, along with newly forming bruises. I tried to cry out. But that just made him increase pressure on my neck.

"I am tired of your impertinence. Perhaps, if you had eternity to learn…" he trailed off. His odd reddish eyes staring off in a different direction. I was running out of air. I was gasping for air. My panic making the air leave my body just that much faster. Spooky must have noticed me freaking out because his eyes focused again staring at me. Well a small strip of skin that was exposed on my neck. He let me slide down the wall until we were at about eye level. I was standing on the tips of my toes now. Trying to get air flowing again.

He continued to stare. His eyes were dark. Or maybe it was just the lighting, or lack thereof, of the alleyway with nothing but a simple street lamp lighting up the street. His face was getting closer to my neck. What the hell was this guy planning? He came closer, his cold breath dancing across my skin. I winced. Wasn't someone's breath supposed to be warm? I felt something on my neck, but didn't have enough time to question it since he bit into me.

A scream was frozen in my throat. No matter how many times I saw someone I know die, no matter what I had seen before this moment, this really just scared me. Maybe I felt it, deep in my bones, that whatever the hell was going on with me would forever change my life. My neck was burning. My knee was aching horribly, the continuous pain made tears come to my eyes. I hadn't hurt this much since I was actually shot. I didn't like what was going on. I didn't understand it.

He flinched away from me. Spitting onto to ground. I looked and saw a small dark pool. Was that, my blood? Was Spooky one of those freaky wannabe vampire's like those annoying Goth kids I went to school with? Or used to go to school with, most of those kids would leave and go to some school in a richer part of LA, where they were supposed to.

"All those eyes of drug use have made your blood made lose any appealing taste." He grimaced. As if it was my fault that this weirdo was biting me. He let go of my neck and I slid to the ground, looking up at him, my hands going to my neck in an effort to stop the bleeding.

"Oh well, enough of that, in three days time none of that will matter." He said looking down on my. He kneeled on one knee, placing a hand on my cheek. I stared at him. Questioning his actions. He stroked my check, to gently compare to the fact that he just fucking bit me! This is too weird, way too weird. Then Spooky was gone. I was so tired; I didn't have time to question what the hell had just happened but my basic primal instincts started to kick in. Fresh adrenaline was pumping and I needed to get the hell out of here. I picked myself off the ground. I searched around for my cane. I couldn't find it so I decided to try and make it to Giggles' place without it. I kept most of my weight on my good leg and dragged the other behind me.

At this moment I was so happy about the fact that Giggles didn't live that far away from the alley where I did business. I made my way there, slowly. The blood still oozing from my neck. Although it had stopped burning as much which I considered good. I dragged myself up her stairs and practically fell against her door. I tried making as much racket as I could, trying to get her attention. I was sorry for having to wake her and the baby but right now, I just needed her. I needed the only family I had. Even though she wasn't really family.

I leaned against her door. On hand cupping my neck and the other feebly knocking against door. It opened and I fell backwards inside. I looked up into the eyes of Giggles. She had probably noticed the blood because she looked liked she had gone into one of her moods. The overprotective mother kinda mood. She got like that every since her hijo, Little Sleepy, was born.

Big Sleepy, or just Sleepy, was the baby daddy. He went off to war. Y'know that big one in 'the middle east'. I never understood any of that junk. I knew Sleepy, he was nice. And the only casino Indian that we had here in Echo Park. He was real big, and strong to. He had a bit of an anger issue, but nothing to major. Every now and then he would start shaking like he was having a seizure but that's really only if some other homeboy started hitting on Giggles. Which they soon learned not to do.

Sleepy's dad apparently came from this tiny as hell Indian reservation up in Washington. His dad had ran away from the rez and came here to Echo Park, not that much of a step up but whatever. When Sleepy was still alive he made Giggles happy. And then when he went off to the middle east Giggles kinda stopped giggling. And then when the Parque got news that he died. She almost lost it. They were really in love. And not the 'i-wanna-get-in-your-pants' kind of love, but the 'we're-gunna-spend-the-rest-of-our-lives-together-and-I-won't-even-start-drinking' kinda love. It made me so sad to see him go because since Giggles was like a sister to me Sleepy was like a brother.

Giggles stopped eating; she didn't even take care of Little Sleepy. But then, I dunno, she just snapped out of it. She started eating, taking care of Little Sleepy, who now a days was just Sleepy, and really just started to be Giggles again. You could tell she still missed him, we all did. He was really popular in the Parque. He passed his name on to his kid, but Giggles hoped to get Little Sleepy out of the Parque, we all hoped that. We all loved Little Sleepy. Little Sleepy was so cute. Big Sleepy always talked about going to La Push, that's the place his dad came from, he wanted to find out about his family. Other than the fact that his dad got his mom pregnant and then got himself shot. Everyone got shot around here.

I got shot, did I tell you that…I think I did. I can't remember my minds a little hazy. Must be the bite. I got bit. Did I tell you that? By Spooky, he's my boss slash boyfriend. I'm still in school. They call me School Girl. I miss Sleepy. I'm sleepy. Maybe I should sleep. But then, don't they say that you shouldn't go to sleep because you might just never wake up? Although that may only be with concussions. I got one of those once. I couldn't sleep for a whole 24 hours. It was real hard since me were smoking bud for a lot of that.

Did I ever tell you that I got shot? Now I walk with a cane. I'm so sleepy. If any…so…little menso…sleepy…messes with me….could always…Sleepy's dad's from La Push….tired, so tired…Giggles looks worried…tired…sleep just sleep…everything will be better tomorrow….I miss Big Sleepy, he was like a brother….I'm gunna…to me….sleep now…La Push seems nice…nighty night…Big Sleepy, Giggles loved you, why'd you leave her?...bye…night is for sleep…I got shot once…did I tell you that?

So this is the beginning. Enjoy.

For those who need a translation, here you go:

Hijo de Puta – Son of a bitch

Cabron/a – bastard/bitch

Menso/a – stupid person

Pendejo/a – jackass

Stupido – stupid

Pequena hija – little girl

Guera – lighter skinned person (pronounced weda)

Rico/a/s – Rich person

And just so you know I made up the 7th Street Kings, The Morenas, and the Speaker Queens. So don't go around ELA and Echo Park looking for them, you'll get your ass handed to you XD. If those are actually names of gangs forgive me, I have not affiliations with them. Any questions? Review!