Chapter two, the hospital wing.

Sounds of sirens were going off in every which corner you could find on the street of Millswood Ave. The police cars, and ambulances park right in front of their house. (More like on their lawn, which both Mr. Curtis.) They rushed and rushed out with the body of Alice on stretcher. "Don't take my baby! Please, no!" Mrs. Curtis had been sobbing for sometime after they took her daughter to the hospital wing.

This is all my fault, Mark thought to himself as he kicked the leaves up in the air.

He looked around noticing every little detail. The fuzz was trying to control his mother and his father had been taking some pills A cold hand on his should real stirred him up. "What the .." Be he could say anything else the cop had cuffs on him. "What are you doing to my boy?" Mr. Curtis ran over to the cop who had cuffed his son. "I demand an explanation!" He nodded. "Very, well then. Sir, do you know were your son has been?" Mr. Curtis looked at the ground. "No." he finally answered. " Should I tell him. Or do you?" Mark looked down at the ground and took a deep breathe.

"Dad, I wasn't at a sick friend's house. I was at bar." He scratched his head then looked at his son. "What were you doing at a bar? Drinking, drugs?'

"Both" the cop interrupted. Mark rolled his eyes. "No, I don't do drugs and I don't drink. I hate the taste." Great now they know I've had a beer, Mark thought. "Strike one, wanna keep going." The cop nagged both of them on.

"We'll talk tomorrow. Go to bed." But before he could walk away, the fuzz pushed him into the cop car. "Were are you taking my boy?" Mrs. Curtis escaped from the cops and ran over to the car. " I'll miss you." She said, wiping her tears from her red face.

The cop car drove off and Mr. & Mrs. Curtis holding each other in their arms crying about

the going of their children. They walked inside and sat at the table. "Honey, do you remember when we were younger?" She nodded her head. " And I was a greaser? Well, it's Mark. He's not a greaser but worse." Cherry Curtis put her hands over her mouth. "No" The thought of having a criminal in the family would just break her heart. " He's a slacker, and the fuzz think he's been doing drugs." Even more tears came from her eyes.

The cop drove on and seemed to go on forever. "What is that?" Mark asked passing a view of a hospital. "That, my boy, is St. Matthew's hospital. It's were your sister is." Mark's stomach sank. "You should know that I didn't have a choice of being a ,um, slacker." The cop looked back at him. "You always have a choice." He said with an evil grin on his face. I have to fix this, but they won't let me go. Mark thought and thought. Until they hit a train. It's long, we'll be here a while. Good. Mark moved to the wind and put his hands in a fist. Wham! He smashed it into the window. He had all over but he didn't care he had to fix this . Kicking and kicking until he climbed out.

"What are you doing, boy? Come back here!" The officer got out of the car and started chasing him down. "Come, here!" He said grabbing him by the collar. "No, no!" He screamed and kicked. Then Bang. He was free. The cop moronically hit the cuffs by mistake. He ran off into the woods. "I'll get you yet!"

I'll fix this, even it does include death. He thought to himself lying down in the woods.