HEy Im sorry that its taken this long...Ive had stuff that come up...Well here it is...please enjoy
Chapter three
'I need to show them that I am not a wimp!' I thought trying to think of ways to show them that I was not a wimp. I mean think of it-Tim Shepherd's daughter a wimp!
Justin Winston the smarter one of the gang could be the toughest kid in the town and here I am trying to prove to my gang and every one else in the world that I am not a wimp.
"Hey guys look who it is! A greasy girl outta her territory and look next to a cliff!"
"I'm not outta my territory!" I snarled turning around.
"Well this certainly aint greaser territory! Its to good looking! Get er!"
I heard a muffled scream as the socs came closer and surrounded me.
I pulled out my ruby and sapphire studded blade I filched from Mikes dad while he was acting drunk last week. He still doesn't know where it is.
"Aww the little greasy girl has a blade! I am so scairt!" the one who looked like the leader of four.
"What shall we do to this one? Shove her off the cliff? Beat her up or manipulate her?" one with bright blonde hair asked cracking his knuckles.
"How about beat her, manipulate her then hold her for ransom?"
'This is my chance to prove that I am not a wimp!' I thought as I dodged a Soc and barely missed falling off a cliff.
"I'm surprised Shepherd's lasted this long!" I heard some one laugh.
"Brumly!" I shouted as I turned around to find myself in ahead lock and a blade to my throat.
"Were gonna let you go Michele, but you hafta do stuff for us first," Brumly growled maniacally as someone sliced open my arm, kicked my knee so I would fall and then kicked my head till I was unconscious.
There ya go...I hope ya liked it...talk to all yall later!!!
Mich