Reed the Street-girl

"Gangsters" and Rabbit holes

As the sun dips down over the edge of the earth, the twinkling lights, far, far away, glow. The moon climbs higher in the sky, signaling a transformation; day is gone and night is here.

Below the open-spaced sky, a girl on the streets was seen. Still heading to his direction, the moon shone on her surroundings. He could now see her more clearly. She looked up at the night and spotted him as if saying a 'thank-you'. Now everything's' in place.

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Finishing the last bite of my burger, my cruddy skateboard landed on the wet ground of the New York streets. It was nearing midnight...probably. Can't be too sure; don't have a time to put a finger on. The burger is now gone, and so was I.

Tossing the crushed up wrapper in a nearby dumpster, I was gone before it landed. Every so often, my foot would make contact with the ground and pushing off to increase the speed of my board. Hands in jacket pockets, feet equipped with flip-flops, along with cargo shorts, and the wind brushing through my bloody colored hair.

My hair isn't short nor long, but it's at a perfect length to annoy the crap outta me; shoulder length. Half the time, I'm tempted to cut it and other times I like it. It's my hair that confuses me the most. None of my parents have this weird gene for me to have caught it. Leads me to think that I really am a bastard child.

Quickly shaking my head deciding to not go there. It's already been dealt with. Ten years ago and it resulted in a 'no-mother' and a "crazy-drunk-dad' in my world.

My world is screwed up-no, fucked up, isn't it?

I sighed in defeat against myself. Returning my eyes to the dark streets and still moving my foot to keep me and the board going.

Please tell me that it's just my crappy ass hell imagination or am I lost? Ugh. I am, aren't I? Even though I've confirmed this, I'm still moving the skateboard. Eh, guess it doesn't matter because in the streets of New York City, someone's bound to get lost. I'm the victim this time.

"Fuck."

I know where this leads to. Rearing the corner, and making a sharp turn on a random alley.

"Nope."

I start to zoom faster and faster, earning squeaks here and there as if my skateboard is agreeing with me. My hands come out of the pockets and doing so, helped increase my speed. Expression turning sour and anger boils in me.

Never. Never again. Three months ago, I vowed to never come back to that house. Not now, not ever am I going to break promise; my own promise to myself. It's all I really got to keep and hold. Well, besides the streets. But we all know that they'll turn on me eventually.

A funny feeling emerges. Maybe sooner than later.

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The stars shone brighter as the night became pitch black. Moon still high above. Sun long gone.

It's been awhile and I eventually had slowed down. Hands ware back in the pockets where they belong and the wind has died awhile back.

The stars are out and thank god that they were. How else am I gonna distract myself from thinking of all the bad? Another thing I should be thankful for is my incredible skateboarding skills. I'm able to admire the above world and zoom through the dirty streets that I'm so used to. Or else my face would constantly be making out with the floor and later it'll feel like my face would belong there.

Another sigh escaped. Leaving the sky and claiming the ground as my new best friend. Head remaining low, gaze moving towards my bare feet. I say that cause I don't think flip-flops cover much anyways.

It wasn't long before I found trouble. They appeared to be a group of four and they looked to be...well, trying to be gangsters? They're terrible at it, which is funny as all hell. Who the fuck knows anymore. They were wanna-be gangstas who I ran into. This is gonna be annoying as fuck.

"Heya! You over there!" And I was right. One called out to me but I kept rolling forward; towards them.

"Ya listenin' to me!" Does it look I am, bitch.

"AY!" I stopped right in front of the screaming dumb-ass idiot. If I went any further, he'd be a squished dumb-ass idiot cause he wouldn't move outta the way. The other three members, circled me and held their positions.

Me having my best 'I-don't-give-a-shit-face', "Punks need somethin'?" I'm still on my cruddy board. Not daring to get off.

The oversized punk started to sway onto one foot, still on two feet though, and moving his hands from cupped to outwards. Trying to look intimidating?

"Hate to break it to ya," that made me laugh a little, "but your on our turf, buddy."

Really? 'Buddy'?

"So? Dead expression activated.

"So? Heh, maybe you don't understand what that means. Especially for you buddy." His friends are becoming restless. Knuckles popping, bones crackling, knifes and other weapons revealing themselves; oh, I know what this means.

This is my favorite way of negotiating.

"Pretty sure ya already know what's gonna happen next-what's with that grin?"

The guy on my right came closer with his bat but you gotta admit, he deserved that elbow to the stomach. He cowered and I grabbed his baseball bat in hand and gave douche-bag a massive migraine and then other douche-bag had to say bye-bye to his baby-maker.

I turned to the dumb-ass idiot who spoke to me earlier, landing the bat on my shoulder, one foot on my cruddy board. A menacing aura.

This is exactly what he did;he pissed his pants, visually, dropped his tiny knife, turned and ran for it.

"Heh." I wasn't going to let that shithead get away. I pushed my board toward him with my right foot. Having not being fast enough, he tripped on my cruddy board, face-palming the ground. Thankfully, when he tripped, the board rolled backwards instead of forwards.

I hopped onto the crap board, past all the groans and headed back in the direction I was originally going. Not even knowing nor caring where I'm headed but I never bothered to stop and head somewhere else.

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Losing myself in thought, I hadn't realized the eerie feeling this ally was giving off. Until it was too late. I was skateboarding into the dark with weird, glowing-green lettering.

Real smart, smart-ass.

I'm such a dumb-ass cause when I saw this, I was already falling.

The ground was swallowed up by the light-less-ness and I followed. It swallowed me up too. Gravity took it's place and stole me until ground is found.

My cruddy skateboard, flip-flops and I fell down the 'Rabbit Hole'.

Why does my day always fucking suck? Why me too?

Ugh. Just great.

((A/N: I'm baack! FYI: this story is actually a remake of an unfinished crappy version if you all wanna go read how bad it is. it's called Reed. this one is gonna be much detailed and have a better grip of what i want this story to turn out. hang on 'til next chapter. leave comments and questions below, and i'll answer them! later my peeps! <3 ))