Lonely Streets

Part 1

So, a while back, I was running with my two other friends around the streets. Like we always are. Every Saturday. The first girl, Sarah, wears sweatpants and a tshirt. The second girl, Elle, wears jeans. Always. And me? Well, I'm the one who wears hoodies and stuff. I'm Jen. Yeah.
      So we were running around with Nerf guns. I have to say, we were pretty loud. And we were listening to music. Of course. Daily music. It's an awesome routine. Sarah suddenly stops. "Guys. Turn the music off, Jen." She says, her voice barely above a whisper. I turn off the music. I hear them too. The footsteps. Getting closer, faster. We dart to the nearest tree, because there's wood next to my neighborhood. Sarah, Elle, and I stand up right behind trees somehow in a line. We were scared stiff. The footsteps stop. I hear the crunching of nearby leaves. I shake like mad. The leaves stop, and I make the mistake of slightly turning my head to see who's out there. This better not be some sick joke, I think. I held back a scream, but it felt that my body and mind had exploded inside. The figure was right behind me. All I could see of it was a black fedora and black quotes. Sarah and Elle turn their heads toward me. They look like they're trying not to burst. I finally realized the very light eyes coming from under the fedora.