Charley's POV
I squatted behind a large blue garbage can. My back pressed against a brick wall. Bridgett was on one side of me and Kyler the other.
Bridgett was an average sized girl with long wavy black hair. Her eyes were a light shade of blue and her eyelashes long. She was a spunky girl and wasnt afraid too show anyone who was boss. She was always wearing a little leather bracelet her dad gave too her the day before he passed away.
Kyler was my best friend. He was a little shorter than the average 13 year old but that didnt stop him. He was always going. He had short brown hair that did a little swoop over in the front. He wore glasses that i thought made a fantastic touch to his already perfectly shaped face. His eyes were a brilliant shade of green will small rings of gold. They were so pretty... He was always smiling. And his teeth were as white as the clouds in the sky.
Next too us behind another large trash can squatted our comrades. Duke, Mekhi, and Spencer.
Spencer was a beautiful girl. She had her hair cut as a boy cut but it looked great on her. Her eyes were a dark green that caught all the boys attention. She was very petite and always kept herself in shape.
Duke was a buff kid. Rather handsome with a load of muscle. His hair was a dirty blonde and he always wore jeans. He had a rather large scar he liked too keep hidden. He was never the most outgoing kid but he was a great friend once you got too know him.
Mekhi was an adventureous boy and he loved to snoop. He was always disobeying his parents. He had really dark brown hair that came up into a small mowhawk. His eyes were the deepest chocolate brown. He had a small birthmark below his left ear that was shaped like a heart.
Then there was me. I had very long blonde hair that fell down to my waist line. My eyes were a stunning shade of turquoise blue. My face was speckled with freckles that went across the bridge of my nose and slightly onto my cheeks. And I.. I was the one who dragged everyone into this...
We were all silent
Waiting
Hoping not too get caught.
By who? You might ask.
The FBI.
The Police.
The swat team.
You name it. It was after us.
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On The Run
RandomWe were just kids. We had no clue what we had done. One second we were living our normal 13 year old lives, the next we are running. We are hiding. Doing everything in our power not to get caught...
