Street Rat Rules

by word puzzler

Ezra knows how to survive. He has his rules, his experience, his own way of getting things done, and it works. . .most of the time. These are his rules, his survival guide, and how he learned them. (It's listed as complete, but I'm open to adding suggestions if anyone has any. All future updates will be placed before the last two chapters, ending won't change.)

19. Trust Your Instincts

Rule# 20 "Trust your instincts!"

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"I knew this was a bad idea," he groaned as another angry shout sounded behind them.

"Then why - " she ducked as a rock sailed over her head. "Why didn't you say something?"

"It was jus' a feelin!'" He was panting hard, but still managed to make his tone defensive and pull a pout.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist, pulling him around a corner and tripping a few shoppers in the process. Their pursuers were forced to a stop as their path was blocked by various bags and over turned shoppers.

They scrambled down an alley and up onto a low roof. Panting lightly, she looked over at him.

"New rule: trust your instincts. If something feels wrong it's usually for a reason, so tell me next time." Her fist landed none to gently on his head. "Got it?"

"Got it," he grumbled, rubbing his head.

"Good." She chucked a spiky, purple lump at him and he caught it, biting into the vegetable as they settled down to watch the chaos below them. They leaned against each other, making the occasional comment and see who could bounce their pit off the most heads.