I put my hands up, to make it easier for the cops to arrest me.
"What are you doing kid?" He asked me.
"Waiting for you to arrest me. Go ahead."
"Why would I arrest you?"
"Because we were doing-"
"Graffiti." Margo finished my sentence.
"Look, I don't have time to worry about graffiti-doers. I'm not going to arrest you but I advise you not to do it."
"Wait, then why did you yell 'You! Stop!'"
"That, I was yelling at a pit-pocket behind you, about to pit-pocket you."
"Oh, well thanks." Margo said.
"Just doing my job. Now you kids, stay out of trouble."
"Will do officer." I said. He nodded and walked away. Margo came over to me.
"That was weird." she said.
"Yeah," I nodded in agreement.
"Oh, c'mon our train I here." she said, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me in the train.
The subway ride was uneventful. Margo didn't even look at me. She glanced up at me once, smiled, and looked back down at her shoes, as if her shoes were more interesting than me. I looked around at all the different faces. Some standing, like Margo and I, an some sitting. I played Radar and I's favorite game to myself. It's where you look around and try to figure out people's life stories. As I was debating wether a man was Divorced or never married at all, a voice came over the intercom. The voice was not understandable. As the voice mumbled on, the door to the subway opened, and everyone rushed out. I grabbed Margo's hand. As I stepped out onto the platform I looked at the hand I was holding and realized, it wasn't Margo's hand. It was a little girls hand.
"You're not my mommy!" she yelled.
"You're not my girlfriend!" I yelled back, and we both ran away.
"Margo!" I yelled looking around for her. "Margo!" I yelled louder, when it hit me. I was lost in New York, or at least she was.
