Elemental Love- (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

I grabbed the address and climbed out the window. "I am so bad! This is so exciting!" I said to myself while silently grabbing my bike and helmet. The fresh air smelled wonderful and exotic. Compared to a cat litter box, and cigarette smelly house. I strapped on my worn down helmet and I climbed on top of my 50 dollar rusty bike. In my opinion it's better than nothing. I glanced down at the paper with the address, 21 Bakamore street. That's about a 10 minute ride by bike. I hope I make it alive there and back. This is the run down town called Newtberry, anything can happen.

-5 minutes later-

Worksford street. Definition- A street where the most dirtiest gangs hangout. If crossing, GOOD LUCK you're going to need it. I didn't realize I would be crossing Worksford until I saw the street sign. "Oh, great." I uttered to myself. "Just great." But if crossing through Worksford gets me a new friend then thats what I will do. If I pedal to fast or slow the gangs are going to notice. I am going to have to blend in. I took a deep breath in and exhaled. I started to pedal into the death trap. It was empty, so far. The far off police sirens sounded in the distance. Between the smell of tobacco and the graffiti death threats, my stomach lurched. My heart beat was pounding in my ears, this place reminded me of the run down school that I go to. I started to pedal fast unaware of what I was doing. I heard noises coming from gangs. I stopped automatically and my bike screeched like a new born baby. The people turned around and stared at me. Some smoking cigarettes other smoking strange objects I have never seen before in my life. "Yeah guys look its the new girl!" Laughed one of the girls. I then realized who it was, the "Can it" girl. Everyone chimed in after her, laughing, swearing at me and pushing me. I had enough with them. Again the rush of anger flowed through my body and I couldn't control it. For 30 seconds I was someone else, brave, intimidating. It was the anger the rushed in my body that moved my arms up and as I jumped slammed my feet and hands on the concrete. The ground jumped, moving and breaking into pieces as it fell into place again. When my vision became less blurry, I realized what I had done. As everybody, got up they looked on me. They stared at me and looked as scared as I was. I grabbed my bike (that somehow miraculously survived) and rode away on the bumpy pavement. Next stop, Waterlily's house.

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