Chasing the Streets

Chapter 9

I stared at Zach, hoping he'd recognize my face. Come on, Zach. I don't look that different, do I? I hope I do, I must have looked really wieird back then. I did not! Did too. You're such a baby. Oh, I'm the baby! Yeah, you're the one that faints after seeing blood. Hey, that wasn't my fault, I was drugged, okay? Whatever you say...baby.

"Ugh!" I screamed. Zach looked at me like I was crazy. I smiled at him and then hit my head with my palm. "Sorry, today's not really my best day..."I muttered. So embaressing! You're doing this to yourself. Shut up!

"Okay, one, Emily doesn't act like that, and two, you look a little bit like her, but you are not her." Zach said. I glared at my reflection in a nearby window. My lip was swollen and bleeding and I had a fire in my eyes that I had never seen before. Yep. Definitely drugged.

"The government gave my parents drugs to give me that erased my memory and made me a perfect girl. I'm going through a...'phase' right now, so that's why I'm like this. But I really am Emily!" I said, turning to Zach. He looked at me and then shook his head.

"Whatever you say, but I still don't believe you." he said. He turned around and walked back to his gang. I turned to Garrett and Kenai who were both sitting near the fire. Kenai stared into the fire, obviously trying not to look like he was listening. I smiled and smacked the back of his head.

"Eavesdropping, Wolf?" I asked. Kenai rubbed his head and scowled at me.

"I'm not doing anything except getting warm..." he mumbled. I sat down between him and Garrett and rubbed my hands close to the fire.

"So, what's the deal with the Knifes?" I asked. K enai looked at me like I was stupid and I shrugged my shoulders. "We fight them one minute, and the next, we're sitting having tea time with them."

"They're not really enemies, they're more of allies that we like to play with. We're the only two gangs in this area, so we get bored sometimes." Kenai said.

"This is what you do when you're bored?" I asked. He nodded and kept staring at the fire. I tried to get him to talk more, but gave up when he wouldn't respond.

I turned to Garrett. "What do we do now?" I asked him. He looked at me with a serious look.

"We wait for the police. We made a deal with them that everytime we fight, one person goes to jail for a week from each gang. It's usually the two that fought the hardest." He looked down at the fire and I gulped.

"So, I'm going to jail?" I asked. Garrett slowly nodded.

Grabbing me...

Uh-oh. I stood up and tried to walk back to the alley that was hidden from the street.

Pulling me away...

I stumbled on a crack in the sidewalk. I had to get back.

I don't want to go. It's scary. I want to stay here.

I ran into the corner of a building. People were following me now, calling my name, trying to get me back.

Just like back then. They chased me all the way to the jail.

I rounded the corner, feeling dizzy.

They just got there a little too late.

I tripped over my feet and fell. Black.