Chapter 2: Hit-Girl
I can't believe I'm a fugitive. I mean I know I have been doing this stuff since I was 7 but now I'm being chased for it. Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it. But then I realize that it is and that I'm Hit-Girl I swore to defend and that's what I'm going to do.
I'm currently living in Chicago. Not because I want to be (clearly I'd rather be in New York but that's out of the question.)But because it needs defending. Since what happened in New York I have to stay away until all this shit dies down. But man do I miss it.
I miss the city, I miss The H.Q. and most of all I miss Dave. I mean he was my partner and best friend and surprisingly my first kiss. How that happened I don't quite know. It's wasn't like that but I did used to have a crush on him.
But besides that Chicago isn't too bad. Since I came here crime has gone down and people seem happier and so do I. But it is nothing compared to New York. Hopefully soon this will all die down and I can go back, but for now I will just have to stay here.
