This chose is a hard one. The hardest there could ever be. Should I leave town? It's not like anyone would miss me, I don't even talk. What's the point of talking when there is no one to talk to? My whole life got burn just because of a fire that my so-called "dad" started. Why should I even stay in this town if there is no one keeping me here?
After what happen to….don't think about it rose. You're not there anymore.
Boy the sun sure is hot.
I don't even know where I am. All I have is the cloths on my back, a lighter, and cancer sticks. The road was empty, but every once in a while there would be boys driving around. As I kept on walking, the yell of "greaser" could be heard. I didn't think anything of it until a car stop right in front of me.
"Hey greaser", said a not-too good looking guy said. Three other guys were behind him. I didn't know what to do, so I just kept on walking. However, it didn't seem like that's what they wanted me to do. I felt it faster than I saw it. The push left me lying on the ground. The next thing I know, a knee was on my chest with a blade at my throat.
"Now we are going to make this real easy, ok? All you gotta do is be quiet."
Someone had my eyes closed as my shirt was ripped off. This time I started to move around. I was yelling like a mad man and biting every chance I had. The next sec the guy was off of me and five mean looking guys was fighting them. As they were fighting I was running away. I could hear feet running after me, but I didn't dare stop. I should of looked at where I was going, because I fell on my head. The last thing I heard before I passed out was, "Hey are you ok?"