I sigh again, pulling off my backpack in the most melodramatic way possible. Alright, I say about to cry at the though of leaving what I though was a loving home.

So I could just go with the F.B.I. but I don't know even know what they're gonna do to me.. But my only other option is to run away…

Turning back into the alley I sadly slump over. Beginning to sulk with my face in my palms. But something brushes my shoe-

It was a file, a small file… with my name on it! Mabry it could tell me what they want.

I shuffle through a my spray paints, some matches a half eaten lunch, my notebook and pencil and a cash wad I stole. But dont find anything that can help me now. I shove the file in my backpack. I need a place where I can read this.

I want to stay but they know about all of my hideouts. I need a place that they- no, no one but me knows about.

I jump up and almost yell out "The abandoned railway!" but keep my outburst to a wisper though.

I never told Jamey about the railway

Or anyone for that matter.

I quickly get up wiping my face so my tears don't block my line of sight, when I quickly dash around the corner.

"Quick there she is!" I hear one of them yell. Half of them jump up from their posts and chase me on foot, while the other half get in their cars. Odly, one of them doesn't move. She just stays at the door.

But I don't have time to think about that now, I have to get away! NOW!

I'm bolting away now, the fbi agents who were on foot were actually running for their helicopter.

"Son of a" I say to myself, after just a few minutes of running and I'm already in need of a quick rest. My legs are aching and I can barely keep focus.

I'm dashing from side to side on my skates, gripping at my backpack strap.

Dodging trash people and the helicopters bright. light But I need to lose them before I get to the railway!

I here the helicopter propellers on top of me cutting the wind. And a light is flashing apon me from above.

I start freaking out, losing focus and fall over. All hope is lost" I whisper to myself. Voice whimpering, about to cry Until I see it, the alley from before, then I see the underpass, the manholes and the moon illuminating my path. Then I realise, this is just my daily routine. I'm always running away from the cops n stuff. The only difference now is that there are a few more cars in the mix.

And as long as I can remember where I am in the pitch black of the night, i should be able to outrun them.

I spring back into action, tightening my grip on my backpack and putting the pedal to the metal.

The chase was now on!

My wheels seemed like they started going faster now. I stopped panting and a smirk had full control of my face. I'm starting to get into my runners rush again!

Then I start swerving from side to side making it harder for the helicopter to keep an eye on me. Homeless people are waking up all around me from the loud sounds I make as I skid from lane to lane. The speed my blades have given me turn my legs into this weird figure eight shape, and I'm loving it. I start hopping on benches and using streetlight poles for better turning. I'm ducking under benches and jumping over sleeping people. Grinding and flying down the city streets. Jump up and over on other alley wall, but this time I've done a perfect front flip and my tail flapped behind me in the air. Landing perfectly I continue, only looking back occasionally.

I keep going faster and faster until I've beaten the cars to the tunnle right across the street from where I need to be. But its so dark I've started blending in with my surroundings. I choose to stop, my wheels skid and I roll under a nearby bench. Taking cover, I watch the fbi trucks fly straight past me. The helicopter had lost track of me aiming its light over the tunnel and flying right by.

My runners high had left me, and I was back to panting and sweating. I probably smelled bad since I usually take my bath about now. But that's not the issue.

Crossing the street, I jump the short barricade and walk into the abandond railroads entrance. I don't here snoring or any other sounds so I know no ones down there. So I walk down the stairs one at a time so my roller blades don't make me trip and fall.

After Bout an hour ice used some matches and my sketchpaper to build a small trash can fire to keep me warm.

And after all that from before, I don't plan on eating me half eaten lunch just yet.