Running. Again. Why am I always running? I am what I am at age 14. Me, 14 year old Norrie Saint James. What am I, most people ask. Well, let me tell what situation I got coming for me. Let's start from the beginning.........
"Sweetie, the cops are outside looking for you," my mom says, looking worried.
"It'll be fine,"my older sister says, taking up for me.
"Yeah, it will be just a second," I say, hoping my mom would relax. I think she is just scared of losing another kid.
"I'm know I'm cute, but you don't have to stare," says my sister.
"Oh! Sorry, let me finish it-" I didn't get to finish because she throws my jacket at me.
"It's cold out," she says.
"Thanks Ny," I reply, even though her name is Naomi.
"Go now, spy girl," she says, smiling. Of course, I'm not a spy, but that's what she likes to call me, and who am I to stop her know.
As I walk down my stairs, my cat, Mittens, walks up to me.
"Meow," she says to me.
"Meow yourself," I reply back, picking her up. I finish walking down the stairs, put some food in her bowl, and walk out of the door.
"Agent Saint James, we need your help finding a predator near you," my boss, Sargent Brown says.
"Okay, where are Mari and Nathan?" I ask. Those are my two best friends. They're on the squad too. Nathan is 14 too. But, poor Mari is still 13 1/2. We always solve cases together, and we take just about every class in high school together.
"They can't help you this time," Sargent Brown says.
"Oh okay then," I say, even though it's not okay. I can't do the case without the. I am almost sure of it. I should turn it down, but I know I can't do that. "What am I supposed to do?"
"We'll, it's simple. First, you need a weapon, so, use your switch blade," he says, "then keep your walkie close, because it seems as though this killer attacks the innocent. When he or she is done with the murder, with the victim, he or she writes 'revenge is sweet, revenge is cold,my favorite side of revenge is blood.' Be careful," he finishes.
I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I am just going to check out the crime scene," I say in the formal voice that I always talk to my Sargent. I never would talk to my friends in the same way. Yet, my first day on the squad, a member named Laila, (she died last year) had told me not to. People get shot for less. So, I never have, and I never plan to. After all, I plan to live. I think of all of this as I'm walking. Since I wasn't looking where I was going, I bumped into someone. Oh great, i think in my head.
He is a middle-aged man, with his hair spread evenly on his head, and his eyes are brown. When I look down at his hands, they have blood all over them.
"What's wrong?" I ask him. I know he's the killer, so I put one hand in my pocket on my knife.
"No, I'm fine," he says. Then, in one swift movement, he has me in choke hold, with a knife up to my neck. I scream.
"You think I'm stupid girl? Well guess what, no one will ever see you again," he says to me with a creepy smile. So, what can I do? I take a stab at him. And I get him too. But, it hits him in the butt.
"Ow you little bitch, you are going to pay for that," he says
Then, he does something that scares me. He whistles. And someone answers, too. Next thing I know, I'm on the ground, the man that had the knife has the gun, and another man has the knife. He lashes at me and cuts me. I scream again, by I refuse to cry.
"Sorry sweetheart, you are about to die," says the new man. He has long, blonde locks and black eyes.
"In your dreams," I say, spitting in his face. This made him even more angry than he was already,cans he cuts me twice. Once in the ankle, and once on my wrist. Then, I hear gunshots. I expect to be dead, but some one is pulling me up from the ground.
"Run," he says. It's Nathen
