I climbed out my window, the lights still off. It was 3:45am and I was on my way for my paper route.
I'd go out my front door but my dads passed out on the sofa and I can't risk waking him up or I'll be riding round with a black eye.
I jump down from my ground floor window and grab my bike from the bush I hid it in to stop it from getting stolen.
I started driving quickly wanting to get out my neighbourhood as quickly as possible. I was strong and fast, but even that wasn't enough of a group of guys decided they were in the mood for a teenage girl. I'm not helpless, but I'm still only 15 and not particularly tall for my age at 5,5.
The old run down bungalows soon dissolved into presentable two floor houses, still littered with toilet paper from Halloween. I rode down a street and pulled to a stop suddenly, three paper girls stood with their bikes talking hurriedly.
"What are you dorks doing, shouldn't you be finishing your routes" I said as I skidded to a halt. I recognised two of the girls from last year, Mac Coyle. A badass I knew from my school with an older brother who scares the crap out of me. And Tiffany Quilkin, a smart girl who's room looked like back from the future when I had occasionally seen it whilst riding past.
"There's a paper girl in trouble, saw her get chased by a group of guys on bikes down maple" Mac said. "Then let's go" I replied hoping on my bike quickly and riding fast leading the way.
I pulled outside a tunnel and walked in standing tall with the other three girls following me. "Cool costume faggots" Mac shouted from behind me as we stopped in a line before the guys, one of which had a girl my the shoulder pinned against the tunnel wall.
"Get out of here freaks before you get it" One of the guys at the front said walking so close to me I could smell beer on his breath. "What do you can go make out with each other?" I said quietly but he still heard.
Suddenly he grabbed my arm pulling me close and turning me around so I was facing the others, he grabbed my wrists and held them behind his back whilst his other hand grabbed my bra strap and held it far away from my back.
"Get off me perv!" I shouted as he held my tightly. "We could do a trade, you get the Brandman girl and we get this bundle of joy" He said his mouth close to my ear making my hairs stand up.
I look to the girl they had for the first time since arriving. She was fairly tall with curly brown hair pulled up into a ponytail and a fringe.
She was KJ Brandman, the girls who's parents were loaded and in return she got hockey lessons, a private school and a big house.
And here I was risking my life for her. Shit.
Suddenly Max held up a fire work, lit it, and let it go. The guy let go of my bra strap, the metal bent at a weird angle cutting into my skin as it hit back down.
I ran for it whilst he let me go, the others just in front of me. We made it out panting and laughing slightly at the event.
"That was badass" I said in between breaths holding my knees. "Thanks for, you know" KJ said to me smiling and crossing her arms.
"Yeah yeah whatever" I said raising a hand to my back to feel the cut that was made. "Are you ok?" KJ asked worried coming closer.
"I'm fine" I said wicking slightly as I felt the cut made. "Can I see?" She asked softly. And for some reason I nodded.
She lifted up my t shirt at the back and looked at it. "Shit your bleeding!" she said. Looking at my face with concern.
"Shut up its fine" I said pulling my shirt closer and grabbing my bike. "Are you sure? We could stop of at my house and-"
"I'm fine Brandman shut up!" I said getting on my bike. "Hey wait! Maybe we should stick together. It being hell day and all" The girl I hadn't yet got the name of said. "I'm Erin by the way" She said smiling shyly at me.
"Great to meet you Erin, now if you losers don't mind I'll be off now" I was about to go but stopped on my way. "But if you dorks want to ride with me I wouldn't mind"
They smiled and hopped on their bikes following me.
