I ran into the alley gasping for air. It was night, which meant that if I tried to hide behind a big box or dumpster my black shirt and hair would make it hard to spot me. I quickly rushed to the dumpster and sat behind it. I stopped trying to breathe through my mouth and only took a few short breathes of air through my nose. If I was quiet enough, no one would think anything of this old alley.

I heard the footsteps of the police officer who was chasing me come to a halt at the beginning of the alley. At that point, I stopped breathing altogether and pushed my knees to my chest. That way, it would be nearly impossible for me to be seen or heard. I heard the police officer turn around and run back to the street. He was hoping to catch me.

But what did I do? My skull shirt and baggy jeans don't mean I did anything. I'll admit, I do some bad things, but not always breaking the law. Theirs a difference between my sarcastic and dangerous attitude to murderous and stealthy that everyone assumes I have for being a Punk.

When I counted down to ten minutes from not hearing a single noise, I just assumed it be safe. I stood up from behind the dumpster and brushed myself off a little bit. I didn't want the smell of rotting rubbish get onto me and destroy my chances of getting being noticed from a girl. From my years of experience, smelling like a pig doesn't help when you have a chance of bringing in a hottie.

I checked where I was at. Being in an alley doesn't exactly give me much. I noticed the bar was to my left, and a closed Walgreens to my right. I walked to the place I would be more comfortable it, the bar. I reached for my wallet that had my drivers license when I got inside the warm pub and showed it to the bartender. For some odd and stupid reason, he read my info out loud.

"Duncan Rodgers, age 20," he mumbled.

I rolled my eyes. "That's me. Now, can I have just a regular jug of beer?" I asked and pulled out some money.

The man nodded, turned around to face a keg and poured a bunch of yellowish liquid into a jug. He then slid it against the bar's booth and it landed into my hands. I just relaxed. Taking a sip when I got thirsty.

I was mostly watching the hot girls that walked in. Some with their girlfriends (who were normally more ugly than themselves, which I found funny) some by themselves, and some with guys who looked to be about twice their age. I whistled at a few, getting remarks like "Ugh! Get lost loser!," or "In your dreams, maybe!" or my personal favorite "I'd rather make out with a hobo!" But I just ignored them and waited for another chick to walk in. It's a boring process, but you never know when you get one that shows interest in you.

...

It was late when I left. I wasn't drunk, but my head hurt. I took slow steps to return to my crappy apartment that was about five blocks away to the right.

I passed the closed Walgreens and jumped when I heard a siren go off. A man dressed entirely in black had thrown a rock at the window to escape the store. He had what looked like a pillowcase stuffed with God knows what. He only softly chuckled at me and ran off into the dark night. I stood in shock for what had just happened. After several minutes, I heard police sirens in the distance.

"Great. Here we go again," I mumbled and ran off. I knew that the officer would claim that I was the one who did it. I ran as far as my legs could carry me (which is actually pretty far) until I couldn't run no more. The sirens were getting closer. I could see the blue and red lights flash around my surroundings. I jumped into a bush that I found in a park I was close to. I heard police cars getting scary close, I just grew silent and waited for them to leave, too.

"Got any idea on what this guy looks like?" I could hear one police officer ask another.

"Early twenties/ late teens, green mohawk, piercings, the normal," the officer informed the other.

Sterio-typing. Just like normal. Whenever someone tried to blame me for something, they always had the nerve to say 'The Normal.' They acted like every punk was either hiding something or needed to be hidden. I rolled my eyes, but was careful not to sigh. It's going to be another one of these guys.

"Maybe we should head north. We got a suspicious personal heading that way."

"Alright. Let's make sure we get this guy!"

I heard the two slam their car doors as they drove off.

I got out of the bush I was in and stretched.

"I'm getting to old for this," I joked. My back was hurting along with my head. As I was stretching, I looked up. The night was very dark, yet only one star was out tonight.

"Eh, why not," I mumbled. "Star bright, shine bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight," I made sure my eyes were closed tight and thought of the one thing that I really wanted.

I wish people gave me a chance, I thougt. I thought of how stupid it sounded, but then I thought of how much I really wanted it. Needed it.

I did one more stretch and walked back to my apartment.

...

I had to slam into my door to make it open. I live in a piece of crap, but it is cheap. Since I didn't have a job (because no one will employ green mohawked punk) I had to go with something that wasn't even considered a 'Living Space.'

I sat on the only piece of furniture I have, my old recycled couch, and turned on my old tv. It showed the news.

"Suspect from Walgreen's Robbery confessed. Green Mohawk man police suspected is innocent after believed to be guilty by local police. More details later," said the female news reporter.

I did a small laugh, but I don't know exactly why.

Maybe I was happy the man was caught.

Or maybe it was because I learned that no matter how nerdy it sounds, wishes do come true in their own way.

I think I should have done better on this chapter. But it's getting late, and I needed to update soon before I forgot.

The bar part is kinda a joke from TAatGM (my other story.) When I was writing him at the bar, I couldn't help but laugh since it reminded me so much of that other story!

For those of you that don't know TAatGM (The Angel and the Green Mohawk) it's about Duncan buying someone drinks at a bar, and he accidentally buys Heather one. After that, it ends up with stupid arguements and even stupider little scenes of romance. I don't want to talk about that story too much in this one xD

But anyways, I was trying not to add too much of my own opinion in this story. I don't think I did, but if there is a part you don't agree with, PLEASE be mature and KINDLY message me telling your ideas and thoughts.

This is getting really long, so how about you review and I'll go xD