Hi everyone! I am so sorry for not updating the rewrite for this! I recently started my senior year of college and between my job, classes and band, its been hard to keep up writing for any of my stories. But I'm REALLY excited to grace you all with an update! Yay! :3 So, as I've mentioned in the past, Street Magic is getting a makeover with edited and new/different chapters compared to the old version.

The main difference in this one will be Emily not having any powers...yet. I'm still undecided on whether or not to have her keep them. Let me know in the reviews what you think! If you have something you want to see happen, or something, let me know! Thank you all so much for everything and I really hope you all enjoy this chapter of Street Magic!

~Shadowjumper3

"Honey, calm down. I know which way I'm going."

"Are you sure about that, Dad? 'Cuz, last time I looked, you had no clue where the community pool was."

"Robert, why didn't you ask for directions? Or better yet, bring the GPS?"

"I'm fine, Li-"

Screech!

Brown eyes snapped open and she sat up quickly with a gasp. Her heart rate was through the roof, pulsing so quick that she had to fight to breathe. Light brown hair stuck up from the girl's head in all directions as she bent over from her spot on the ground. All other sounds were muffled and surroundings were blurred. She closed her eyes and tried to calm down. It felt like her heart was in her stomach and everything was lightheaded.

1….2….3….4….5….

She opened her eyes again slowly, this time the sunlight blinded her. She groaned and rubbed her eyes. A worn out jacket was lain on top of her and a black backpack was where her head was. The brunette looked around to take in her surroundings, which was a small alley behind a building which had a dumpster nearby. A sigh escaped her lips as she shakily got up off the ground. Once she stood, her stomach made a growling sound. "Crap. I forgot…" She murmured and limped her way over to where the dumpster was. Placing a good footing on the side, she heaved herself up and looked in. But there wasn't anything worth finding. The teen sighed and hopped back down before grabbing her bag and a very used violin case. It was black in color and the clasps on the side were starting to rust from being out in the elements for so long. Swinging the book bag over her shoulder and putting the jacket on, the girl walked out of the alley.

Car horns, scents of pretzels being made, the sound of constant footsteps moving across the sidewalks became louder as she walked. On her left was a telephone pole by an traffic intersection that was decorated with missing persons posters. She stopped to cross and her eyes spotted one in particular, on that she instantly recognized. It was like looking in a mirror. On the poster was a girl with the same hair, same eyes and smiling. Beneath the photo was 'Have You Seen Me? Emily Whitefield' and there was more information below that. Quickly, the girl took tore the poster down and shoved it in a nearby trash can. 'Why was that still there?' She wondered with a frown. Hopefully no one saw that….

The crossing light turned green and the girl walked across the road just as another person was coming the opposite way. It was a man, his skin a dark tone and his hair in black dreadlocks. His eyes were covered by a pair of blue shades resting on his face. He wore a silver-grey colored jacket and blue jeans. The girl took notice of the man and the wheels in her mind began to turn. Keeping her head down, she walked into him and bumped into his side. The man stumbled back a little, a wallet coming out of his pocket and falling to the ground. "Oh I'm so sorry!" The girl said with a faux sincere face, coincidentally dropping her bag at the same time.

"Ah, it's ah'right." The man said with a kind of accent she had never heard of before. Her bag had opened and out fell a similar wallet as the man's. The brunette swiftly grabbed the man's wallet and he inadvertently took the other since both looked the same. "I'll be sure to watch where I'm going. Sorry again." she said and gathered her things, standing up. The man smiled a little at her reassuringly. "No harm done, lil' lady." he said as he too stood up and continued on his way. The girl turned around and smiled slyly, looking down at the man's wallet. 'Score.' she thought to herself and hurried across to the other side of the road.

Meanwhile, the man shook his head at the girl as he walked away. He opened the wallet and froze when he saw it wasn't his wallet. His eyes widened, whirling around to where he saw the girl. "Scrap." he whispered to himself as he frowned. "Ratch' told meh to be careful here. Ey! Lil' lady!" he called. The girl's head turned, her own brown eyes widening when both of them made eye contact and suddenly, the girl started running as fast as she could down the sidewalk. The man ran off after her, trying not to bump into people. "Ey, wait!" The girl jumped over some boxes in her way and kept running. He noticed how dirty her hair and clothes looked as he tried to keep up with her. She was a bit slow but managed to round a corner, disappearing among a crowd of people in line for a movie at a theater.

The man panted slightly and paused to catch his breath, glancing around for any sign of the teen. When he didn't see her, he groaned. The girl had her jacket hoodie up as she stood in line. 'That was too close.' She thought to herself. Hearing a groan from in front of her, she froze. The man was a few feet away from her. Suddenly, a random person shoved her out of line and she stumbled. The man from before saw her and began making his way over. The girl scrambled to get up, beginning to limp away before a hand grabbed her arm. "Now, Ah don't want any trouble. Ah just want meh wallet back." the man said in a calm voice as she looked at him.

Her heartbeat quickened. "I don't know what you're talking about, man!" She insisted. "Let me go!" The man frowned and held out the wallet. "Not until ya give meh mine back." he answered. When he didn't let go of her, the girl acted quickly and she swiftly shed the jacket off of herself. That left the man in surprise for a brief second. "What the-oh Primus, come on!" he muttered as he took off after her again. The girl ran and ran until she got to an abandoned construction zone with a fence. She looked back and started to try and climb the fence. The sound of approaching footsteps made her freeze, followed by the familiar voice "Ya know, you're really startin' to get on my nerves." he panted.

The brunette turned around and was about to reply with a quip but her footing slipped. She fell off the fence with a thud. Wincing in pain, she slowly got back up, leaning against the fence. "Ow ow ow! You know what? Fine! Take it back!" She took the wallet out of her pocket and threw it at him. It didn't have much of anything in it anyway. The man managed to catch it, tossing the other wallet back. "Thank ya. Now, normally I would call and report this-"

The girl's eyes widened, panic and fear gathering in them. "Hey! I gave it back, didn't I?" she said with a small glare.

"But I'm not gonna." He finished, crossing his arms as he watched her. She stared at him surprise. "You're…not?" She asked dumbfounded and he shook his head. He opened his mouth to answer but he was cut off by his phone going off in his pocket, which he was surprised she didn't swipe that. He glanced at the caller ID. Boss Bot. He answered, turning away from the girl as he said "Yo, Boss bot."

Meanwhile, the teen watched him carefully and glanced around. 'He's not paying attention. Go.' she thought before she very slowly slipped away. She disappeared down an alleyway, the faint clinking sound of metal hitting the pavement as she did. The man glanced back and saw a glimpse of her rounding the corner and a flash of metal on her leg. "Jazz?" the deep voice on the other side of the phone. The man frowned, pausing before answering "Yeah, Ah'm still here." "Did you find anything?"

Jazz shook his head. "No. But someone did try an' steal my stuff." There was a faint chuckle. "Ratchet did inform me that part of the area was….suspicious and not to be trusted." There was a hint of amusement in his tone as the voice spoke. "If you are finished with your patrol, return to base and debrief then." Jazz nodded, pocketing his wallet and began to make his way back to where a silver Polar Solstice was parked in a lot. "Will do, Boss bot." the saboteur answered and hung up. That girl had caused him quite the trouble for a wallet. Shaking his head and putting the phone away, he went to open the door when something on the ground caught his eye. Jazz stopped and picked up the paper. It was the missing persons poster with a photo of a girl. But as he looked closer, he recognized it was the same as the pick pocketing girl. His eyes scanned the paper and read the name at the top.

Jazz then folded the paper and preceded to get into the car. Once he closed the door, his holoform fizzled out and the car began to make its way out of the city towards base. The jacket from before was sitting on the passenger seat...