Hey, sorry I haven't updated in awhile. To be honest I forgot I even wrote the story! ."

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Walking down the street I once lived on made me feel more at home than I had in awhile. It had been 3 years since I ran away from home, and they found us. It was really funny how they did, actually. It wasn't because we did anything wrong in our plans. We both had new names, I didn't tell anyone who I was, and neither did my brother. We rented a 1 bedroom apartment in Whoston , and my brother worked at the mall at the Who 49. He made $15 an hour, and we made it work. Sure, I didn't get everything I wanted, but I got enough. What happened was one day, well I was talking with friends at the local coffee shop (one of my friends bought me a pop, in exchange for me helping him with his math) one of the residents of Whoville, who just so happened to be the son of a police officer, came in. I tried to run to the exit before he noticed me, but before I got up he came over to say 'hi'.

"Sorry, but I have to get out of here. Richard, do you mind if I just stop by your house later?" I asked grabbing my bag,

Richard's and Tracey's eyes went wind as I was normally one to dilly-doddle till the last minute. "Sure," he said a little stunned, then leaned in a little, "but my folks won't be home till 1 tonight."

"Oh! That's fine, I'll just take the subway ho-"I said standing up.

"Annabella! What are you doing here!" the officer's son, Dillon, asked placing his hands on my shoulders, sending chills down my spine, forcing me back into my chair. All hope of me escaping was destroyed.

"Melody, who is this?" Tracey asked, not looking at me but giving Dillon death glares. If there was one thing I could count on them for it was helping me. I looked up from my lap and gave her 'thank you' vibes.

"Melody, can I chat with you for awhile?"

"ACTUALLY," Richard said, standing up pushing his chair back and walking over to the other side of the table where we were, "she was just about to leave, and I was going to walk her home." I wanted to thank them so much.

"Oh, it's no problem, I can take her home."

"No, its fine, I got it." Richard said, puffing up his chest getting ready for a fight. I stood up as fast as I could and ran and stood about 2 inches away from Richard's chest with my back facing him. I felt him place his hands on my shoulders and a chill ran down my spine once again.

Don't fight, don't fight, don't fight, was all I could think. Richard turned me around as we walked out of the shop Dillon said last thing, "Do you know how Jojo felt when you left?" he yelled. I froze, dead in my tracks and looked at him. The whole room feel silent at the mention of the name Jojo. He was one of the most famous people on our spec. He was a hero, and apparently, I had hurt him.

Everyone was looking at me. "Melody," Tracy stuttered, "what's going on."

"I need to go with him." I said walking forward. I couldn't even feel my legs.

"Annabella, we've been looking for you for awhile. After all, nothing goes wrong in Whoville." Dillan said, holding his arm out toward me.