A/n Short chapter I know, and I'm sorry, but I'm completely overwhelmed by stuff at the moment. Also, I have no idea where this is going, so any pointers would be appreciated. Review!
Chapter 8
"Come on, you know you want to."
"No," replied Dana calmly. "I'd prefer to walk."
She picked up her pace while walking on the sidewalk. The car beside her, full of rowdy seniors was crawling, ready to taunt.
"You don't recognise us?" called the passenger in the front. "We're all seniors in high school. You're in middle school, right?"
"Right, so get lost," snapped Dana.
"You're hot," called the passenger, and the driver whacked him in the gut.
"Dude," he said. "She's like, eleven."
"Twelve," corrected Dana. "But still, very young."
"Still hot," said the passenger. "I'm Ryan. I'm in the crew team."
"Thats great," gulped Dana, and she started to run.
"Woah, little lady!" called Ryan. "What are you doing all alone. Aren't you meant to be learning math or something?"
"Aren't you?" asked Dana, slowing.
"Babes, we're skipping! Math totally bores me. You skipping too?"
"I ran away from my stupid dad," said Dana spitefully. "And I haven't got a freaking clue where my mom is."
"Woah, calm down, spitfire!" yelled Ryan, laughing. "You wanna join us? We're heading to a party. They serve beer..."
Dana was about to refuse, when she stopped herself. She'd spent twelve years being the good girl, when her mom had gone around having problems. When was she going to have fun?
"Sure, you got room for me in there?" she asked.
"Totally," replied Ryan. "Scoot up guys."
Dana hopped in, but then hands seized her waist and tugged. She fell backwards onto the curb and hit her head. She looked up, but the silohette above her was blurred.
"What were you playing at, Dana?" he asked, and the car beside her sped off with squealing brakes.
"Dad?" she asked, but then she collapsed beside him.