Greased Out

"Let's go! Do you really wanna have to fight or something?!" eighteen year old Arica called to her friends. She lived in a huge run down building along with other families and her dad. The young ones all became like her little siblings she was much more levelheaded than most of them. The parents made the young ones fight...they were greasers but to the extreme. They didn't have a few little rumbles the parents made them fight the other building people of the ghetto there for money. She was tired of it she wanted to escape and wanted her friends to come with her. It was a cruel life they had. 15 year old Darkus, 13 year old Barrett, 16 year old Brookalyn and then there was Trisky..no one knows how old she is and her features make it hard to tell she has evident speach disorders and rarely speaks they found her passed out outside the building one day. "My hairs all messy!" whined Barrett. He was very experienced based and took great pride in his midnight black hair. "Shut up or stay here" Darkus said. He rolled his eyes but smiled a little. "Quit goofing around! Brookalyn get the wagon away from Trisky or we'll never get out of here!" snapped Arica. Trisky looked hurt and began to cry. "I'm sorry we need to learn to live peacefully not fight. We're gonna be like hippies. No more fighting". The five had a long journey ahead they weren't sure where but, they were going somewhere far away. Trisky kissed Brookalyn on the cheek and Barrett exclaimed "Aint that hot?!". "We have no time for nonsense!" Arica said. She felt like parents to the younger teens atleast a big sister. They had a huge wagon, two tents and several bags to take with them plus Arica had snatched a large sum of money. "I'm NOT a hippie!" screamed Barrett. "Ok your not a hippie let's just go please" begged frusterated Arica. "Arica we have a problem" Barrett said. "Barrett your hair looks groovy we have to get the go on" Arica replied. "We do have to go and I do have nice hair but we need to do it in a hurry" Barrett said shaking. "Po-po!" Brookalyn said wide eyed. "What?"Arica ask. "RUN!" said Barrett loudly. A police officer was about 50 feet behind them. Darkus grabbed the wagon and they ran as fast as they could. Suddenly, Barrett screamed and dissappeared. "Where the hell is Barry? Did you finally get rid of that kid?" Darkus sneared. "He fell down there!" Brookalyn pointed to a large wooden caved in place. There was a huge hole with wooden sides and a dead looking Barrett. "Im going down there!" Brookalyn said. "Dont even think about it! Brookalyn NO!" warned Arica. Brookalyn ofcourse didn't listen and jumped into the hole. "They're both dead. We can't stop here Arica. We have to keep going" Darkus said. "M-m-m-m" said Trixy. "She means they're moving!!" Arica said. "We can't leave them there!". "What do you expect us to do?" Darkus ask. "I don't wanna die too". Arica bit her lip nervously. Trixy then handed Arica piece of rope. "Good idea. Darkus your going to help me" Arica said. "Dude why always me?" Darkus said. He put the rope through her belt loops in her pants then died it and held on. Brookalyn and Barrett were just having trouble breathing the place was covered in dust so they poured water all over it and decided to rest there.