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MY EYES FLICKERED OPEN AS I WOKE UP. I tried to look at where I was, but I couldn't see without my glasses; but I could see small details of it. It was a bedroom, but it wasn't my bedroom. I lifted myself up from the bed and instantly felt nauseous. Pulling the covers over my body, I flew from the bed and headed for the bathroom (if it was even the bathroom). I turned the knob quickly and opened the toilet seat. Bending over, I threw up all the drinks I had from yesterday. I feel like I threw up my whole stomach and the intestines. After numerous times throwing up, I leaned against the wall, wiping my mouth.

Suddenly, a loud knock was heard from the door. "Hello," A voice said which I recognized was Ming. "Can I come in?"

"Yes," I croaked out. The knob twisted slowly, and there she was in front of me. Her eyes were a little bit red, but her hair was tied up into a knotted bun.

I probably looked way worse.

"How are you feeling?" She said while crouching in front of me. I narrowed my eyes at her. For someone who is really good at reading other people's emotions, that was an illogical question. But I answered nonetheless.

"No." Ming frowned and helped me get up from the wall, and handed me a pair of glasses. She opened her cabinet and got a box of toothpaste, and a toothbrush.

"They're new, so don't worry." She said while handing me it. "After you're done, just come to the living room, I'll get some breakfast for you." She gave me a sympathetic smile before closing the door.

I wonder how I ended up at Ming's house. Then as if lightning hit me, I remembered everything that happened, from seeing Riley and Hiro at the table, to the part where the guy who was trying to assault me. I am very grateful for them saving me, but I can still remember the bloodshot and the boom of the gun. Because of me, someone is dead.

I moved to Chicago for freedom, only to have my freedom restricted once again. I could've taken the job opportunity from New York, or even the one in California, but I want to stop new people thinking of black people in Chicago, and show that we can be successful.

When I was younger, I never understood our culture and why learning about our history was so important. Although my mother was a white woman, you'd think my dad just might go over some of the stuff my people have went through back then. But as always, he was too busy. You could say my knowledge of it started right after my dad's friend named Uncle Ruckus told me I was different, but not in a good way. After that, I started to research, and it horrified me in a way. I felt like Stacey Dash; just clueless.

But those boys, they're following my every move, I can't do anything without them stopping me. That's why I decided: I'm going to run away. For someone who is always prepared and organized for everything, I really have no plan.

In other words, fuck it. Hopefully being irrational will work for me for once.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I went to the kitchen where Ming had a plate of eggs and toast, along with orange juice. While eating, I to ask her what happened.

"There was so many guns' shots and I tried looking for you, but then someone came up to me with you in their hands. He helped me put you into the car. Plus, he was really cute," she said, causing me to roll my eyes.

"How did he look like?"

"Well, he had dreadlocks." I'm guessing that was one of the members of the gang. I nodded my head and sipped my orange juice. I needed to leave now. I have to start preparing so i'm ready by the evening.

"Thanks for taking care of me, but I'm going to go back to my apartment." I said as I placed my dishes in the sink. Ming stood up and followed me to the door.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I gave her a small smile.

"Yes, I have stuff I need to do for work." Ming nodded her head and grabbed a bag near the couch. As I walked near her front door, she handed it to me. I peeked inside to see the dress and shoes from the party.

"I washed it for you. I felt really bad-

"Don't worry about it," I said while opening the door. "Really, you have done a lot of me, I can't thank you enough." We said our goodbyes before closing the door.

Too bad she didn't know that was my last goodbye. But, there was a knot inside my stomach telling me I couldn't leave. I couldn't do it without telling her. I sighed and turned back. Ming really cares for me. I knocked on her door again and waited a few seconds before she opened the door.

"What are you doing here again?" Ming said while furrowing her eyebrows. I took a deep breath before answering.

"I'm leaving the city." Ming widened her eyes before quickly pulling me back into her house. Slamming the door, she turned to me giving me a "what-the-hell-bitch-are-you-crazy face."

"Don't you realize it Jazmine? You can't escape! They know everybody who comes in, and everybody who comes out!" Ming shouted.

"I know," I sighed while crossing my arms, "But I don't care, I'm still escaping- or at least, attempting to."

"And how are you going to do that?" I shrugged in response.

"I don't know how I'm going to do it, but it will happen. I didn't want to leave without telling you." Ming looked down in disappointed before she looked up again. Something about her face changed. She looked… almost in a way guilty.

"Fine Jazmine, you can go. If you need any help, please tell me." I broke out in a grateful gleam before hugging her tightly.

"Thank you so much!" She nodded her head slowly while whispering.

"It's no big deal."

I packed some of my clothing within my small black luggage bag, along with my books. I glanced at my wallet which only had 200 dollars in it, but I took my credit card as well just in case I don't have any money. I stuffed more things such as hygiene products along the way.

The only research I've done the whole morning and afternoon was figure out some routes I could use by taking a cab, but that wouldn't work (they'd just catch me at the borders). So I decided to go on a plane instead. Using my tech-savvy skills, I was able to make a fake passport, but all I had to do was insert a picture of me and it would be completed.

Grabbing a black hair dye from my dresser, I headed to the bathroom. I decided to dye my hair a different colour to throw them off, I even got some shitty hazel contacts (which I can't see in for shit, but oh well) so it would help them not recognize me. After putting the dye in my hair for some time, I washed my hair and dressed up in some casual clothing: a loose purple shirt with some jeans, along with my mom's necklace for good luck. Taking my towel off, I saw my black curly hair.

I guess you could say it makes me look more edgy.

I inserted the contacts in and put some eyeliner on. I stepped back and looked at the mirror. It was good, but something was missing.

Ok-, not missing, but I needed to do something to complete this disguise. In the corner of my eyes, I saw my straitening iron and smirked.

Eureka.

Double checking the whole for what I need. I glanced at the clock.

8:00 pm. Wow, time really passes fast. I grabbed my coat and luggage, heading for the front door. Glancing around the room, I sighed before turning off the lights and walking to the door. I waited for my taxi and saw it pull up. I got in and the man took me to the airport. Paying him, I grabbed my luggage, dragging it into the airport looking around warily for any suspected gang helpers. Clear for now.

Heading to one of the ladies, I asked if if there was anymore seats to New York. She checked her system before saying yes.

"I just need to see your passport for verification." Passing her my passport, I waited nervously as she glanced over it before stopping at my name. Hazel Green. Not great, but at least it relates to my style. I sighed in relief as she just nodded her head and passed it back to me.

"Okay, you're clear. Just go through terminal 3 to board. Hurry!" She said as I ran to the terminal.

Sighing in relief, I made it in time and went through security check, as well as another other passport check. I squealed quietly in happiness as I sat on the plane, waiting for everyone to get checked. I don't know how I'm going to explain this to dad yet, but he'll be okay with it. He always cares for my safety.

I watched as a bunch of other people boarded the plane as well, some with tiring looks on their faces, other that smiled from ear to ear. I guess you could say I'm the one smiling ear to ear. I heard the airplane door smacked shut, and the flight attendants came into our view. But before they could say anything, a loud bang was heard from the door. My stomach had dropped completely, causing me feeling the urge to throw up. Oh god, what if they're here? But how would they-

No.

It couldn't be what as I was thinking, and I didn't want to be believe. I closed my eyes and fought back a waterfall of tears. My throat felt dry. The flight attendants quickly ran to the door and opened it. I heard hear the sound of a 'clack,' most likely coming from some sort of ammunition. The talking was a as silent as a mouse paddling across the floor looking for cheese, the other passengers around me fell silent as well, even the woman with the whiny baby behind me stayed quiet.

The creak of the door opened, and the flight attendants appeared again, but I could see the dark black boots and guns of what it seems to be more than two people. Maybe there was a terrorist on the airplane, maybe someone had a whole drug cartel on board. But no, things never work my way.

It so happened to be Huey, Riley, and Hiro on the plane. I gripped my seat tightly as I avoided eye contact to them as they were looking around. My body started to shake slightly. I didn't want to make it obvious that I was avoiding them, but staring directly at them will make them focus on me a lot more. My breath felt shakier as Hiro and Riley went up to the other side of the plane, while Huey stayed on this side, starting to go down the aisles. You could say that might seat was in the middle of the aisles, not to far away from the end, but not close to the beginning.

I watched as his brown eyes scanned the people in the seats like a robot trying to find it's culprit. I heard the footsteps of his body coming closer and closer, the smell of a bad stench and vanilla mixed together him me. I gulped as I realized his body was next to my seat, the corner of my eye catching his glance. He quickly looked back and kept walking down. I sighed in relief and felt my body stop shaking less than before. I might've not been in the clear now, but maybe they'll leave, and hopefully never come back.

I peeked over my seat a little to see Huey standing at the back, Riley and Hiro were at his side. He whispered into their ears before they looked up at our seats, scanning my side. I turned around quickly and scrunched down in my seat. The patter of their steps started once again, and so did my urge to throw up. They stopped in my row.

I felt my eyes widened as Riley grabbed the old ladies shoulder across from me, forcing her to stand up, while Hiro grabbed the man right beside her. Huey proceeded to grab my arm, pulling me up with no trouble. He grabbed my neck softly before pushing it up. He gave a small laugh before whispering in my ear.

"You know, if you are going to run away, make sure to take off all familiar items completely. I glanced down and almost choked into tears to what he was gripping.

My mom's necklace.

"No, No!" I said while trying to punch or scratch Huey as he carried me to a dark black car. He looked at me with his eyes narrowed and pulled my arms together as if I was getting arrested, and pressed on my hand. The wave of pain shocked my body and I screamed loudly, my knees felt like collapsing right then and there.

We reached his car shortly and he opened the door, pushed him through the car door. I winced as I slammed into the car seat, landing near a person's thigh. I groaned as I tried to lean against the car door, trying to find the car lock. I gently picked at it to see that it wouldn't move. I bet his car has a setting where the lock doesn't move unless controlled by the driver. I sighed and laid my head on the back of the car seat, hearing the motor running. I don't know why i'm not yelling or screaming right now. Maybe because I realized it wasn't work, or the fact that i'll be dead in a couple of hours.

I caught the glimpse of black right right beside me, probably from the person I was sitting aside. I turned my head slightly, catching the person's body. My eyes bulged as I saw the person in front of me.

Ming.

"M-ming, what are you doing here?" I said while furrowing my eyebrows, "t-they got you too, right?" She looked at me with sadness and a tear fell from her eyes.

"I'm sorry Jazmine, but we need you." I chuckled a little bit while turning my head sideways.

"You're joking, right?" Ming bit her lip and shook her head. I tightened my fist as I felt myself rage with anger, maybe I could burn the car down while I'm at it.

"So are this time, you worked for them? Warning me to stay out of trouble, but keeping me in it as well?" I yelled. She didn't reply. My hand rose up and aimed to slap her, but Ming stopped me midway, pinning my body to the car seat. I flung my head around, trying to hurt her, in anyway possible.

"You know who I hate more than people who care about themselves more than other? People who lie." Ming give me a sad look, but kept her hands on my arms.

"You're a fucking liar. You LIAR! I HATE YOU!" I said while shouting on her. I couldn't control anything after that, my whole body just went into complete anger mode. My vision started to blur, and my ears started to block out any sound that I was making. My body started to relax as I closed my eyes, enflughing me into darkness.

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-Jazminepink