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The sky was pitch black with a few greyish colored clouds moving over the full moon. The stars were dim, but many were very large and bright. I like star-gazing, but I'm just afraid of being out here on my own in the dark.
My light blue t-shirt, is a little dirty from the dirt, and my jeans shorts only go to the middle of my thighs, which is how I like to wear anything, I'm not trying to get attention. My white and green vans are clean, cause I just bargained with a girl a second ago. My silver backpack hung on my back comfortable.
I'm only 13, and I'm a runaway, cause for what my parents did. My brother is 26 and is in the Army. He has been away for 3 years and I really miss him. When he was away when I was 11, both my parents, murdered a Secret Agent, who I figured out was part of a place called Sector 7. The FBI wants me for what I know about some type of Alian bracelet I have that wont come off, and they think I know why my parents killed the man, but I seriusly dont. I have been on the run for 2 years, and I really just wants to go back to school and be a normal kid.
I ride my neon skateboard down the street of my friend, Sam. Yesterday, I heard he was trying to sell his grandfathers glasses. Why would anyone want that?
"Oh, nononononono, HEY thats my car!" I hear someone yell. I turn quickly, my brown hair hitting my cheeks, it flows down my back.
"What the heck?" I asked as I was in front of Sam's house.
"Dad call the cops," Sam's voice rang from the house. A flash of light blinde me a little and I fell off my skateboard. Falling onto the pavement, I look up to see a black and yellow Camaro pull out of the driveway and Sam stopping in front of me on his bike.
"Charity! What the heck are you doing here," His glance turns quickly down the road.
"Someone stole your CAR! You just got it," I jump to my feet and grab my skatboard and roll it on the ground. I quickly push faster than Sam, but he comes up next to me. The Camaro, well Sam's car, took off faster.
"Where ya going with my car buddy?" Sam asked, he pulled out his phone and jumped up onto the sidewalk. Pshhh...scaredy cat.
"How did I ever get into this?" I asked him. He just ignored me and typed in some number.
"Hello? 9-1-1 emergency?" Oh... the police. "Yeah, my car has been stolen, I'm.. I mean, were in pursuit, bring all teams in and HURRY!"
"SAM!" I yelled at him. "The police! Remember why I'm in hiding and not living with anyone especially YOU?" I yelled as we made a turn into a deserted looking area.
The Camaro blasted through some close gates and took off. Dust caught in my eyes, but I just rubed it out.
"Sam, train up ahead!" I pointed. He stopped and jumped off his bike, I flipped up my skateboard and took off after him. The car disapeared behing the train.
"Shoot!" I cursed and ran after him. Sam took hold of my hand and pulled me over the tracks after the train passed. We jogged out of the way.
"Charity," He pulled me behind a broken down car. I looked over to see the Camaro, shifting, and growing into a large robot of some sort. It stood tall and casted a light up into the sky. The light was a ice-blue color like my eyes.
"Oh my god," Sam mumbled.
"Dude that has to be Japanese," I whispered, getting a confused face in return. The light from the bot shined in our faces so we dropped down.
"Ok. so whats the plan?" I asked brushing some dirt from my arms. Sam whipped out his phone again and hit the record button.
"My name is Sam Witwicky, and to who ever finds this, my car is alive. Mom, dad is you find Sleeping beauty magazines under my bed, I'm holding them for Miles... ok they are mine, but still...Mojo, I love you, and Charity is here too," He put his phone away and I looked at him.
"Seriously?...Sleeping Beauty magazines for Pre-schoolers?" I put my skateboard under my arm and stood up. Sam rolled him eyes at me and got up. Sam and I slowly started to walk around two angry looking dogs.
The Dogs barked like crazy and pranced towards us.
"RUUNNN!" I yelled, we took off over a dirt hill. Sam rolled down it as I just jumped down the thing. I stopped for Sam, but he out ran me and was about 5 feet in front. The dogs were right on my feet as Sam took a turn into a building and I followed. He was already on top of a couple of tall bins.
"Hold on!" He almost yelled and hoisted me up just before one of the visious dogs could sink their teeth into my skin.
"And I thought I loved dogs!" I yelled at him. Sam started kicking the dogs, but they just kept trying to get us. The sound of a car engine came to my left. I looked over to see the Camaro driving towards us.
"Oh. My. God," I poked Sam and he stopped his girly fit. The Camaro circled around us and I gasped at how fast it was going.
"Please dont kill us, I'm sorry ok? Take the keys," He tossed them at the ground. "I dont want them."
Sam took my hand and we jumped over the dogs on the ground, who were whimpering.
"Sam!" I yelled and looked back as the Camaro was chasing us. But the cops came up and stopped us. My eyes were as big as baseballs when the lights shined on my clothes.
"Put your hands where I can see them!" A police man said getting out of his car. My lips trembled, I'm not going some place that I'm supposed to be at. I took off in the opposite direction of the cops and hid under a car where they couldnt see me.
"Where did she go?" A different voice ask.
"I don't know.." Sam mumbled.
"Put your head on the hood," I heard the bang of his forehead hit the thick plastic of the hood. A series of clinging noises were heard and the car took off. I rolled out from underneth and gripped my skateboard tighter as it is the only thing I own, other than my backpack full of things I need to survive on my own.
"He is in so much trouble," I look down at my brand new shoes, to see them still clean, but dusty. The car door was open, so I guess I can rest. I hoist my tired legs into it and lie down on the seat. I drop my skateboard on the ground and take off my backpack and pull out a blanket. I laid the blanket over me and used my backpack as a pillow.
"Charity, the cube is near" A voice whispered. I sat up and surveyed the area a little, but rested my head back on my bag. I rub against the metal bracelet on my wrist. My parents clamped it on me when the went to murder the man, and now it cant come off. The colors were a pretty silver, with a glowing blue center. A couple little lines surounded it in the same color.
I dont understand why the same voice always say.."The cube is near" or "You are close" How am I supposed to know what it means! Sometimes I think I'm dehydrated.
I closed my eyes and think. What the heck happened today?
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