Chapter 3 - The warehouse

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A few blocks from my house, I was completely out of breath. I heard sirens and kept running. I had run through yards, hopped fences, and crawled through bushes. I ended up in a dangerous part of the city, a place that I knee I shouldn't be, but a place where I knew I would be accepted in as their own. I walked down Avers st. Looking for somewhere to sleep for the night, the neighborhood was filled with abandoned buildings. I chose the tallest building, as it had the most room to hide. I went to the highest floor, sat down and just took some time to think. The view was beautiful, it overlooked the whole city. But that's not what I was focused on, I had a million thoughts running through my head. I thought of where my next meal would come from, I had left all of my money at the house. I worried about the kinds of people who roamed around this area at night. I worried about what would happen if I was captured. I was officially a fugitive, and I wasn't proud of it, but it gave my siblings the opportunity for a better life than I'd ever have. I lied down for the night between a wall and an old business sign, with only my sweatshirt to keep me the slightest bit warm. I honestly hoped to freeze to death in my sleep as I was terrified of what could come the next day.

Unfortunately, I woke up the next day. I shivered, a cold sweat on my back and my feet too numb to walk. I beat on my feet until the feeling comes back, I get up an I start exploring this, huge, creepy, abandoned building. I'm a few floors down when I hear voices, my heart starts pounding as I listen, they sounded young, so no immediate danger. The footsteps got louder as they neared the stairs and I his behind an old desk. Four dark skin boys come up the stairs and they smell like weed, but one of them instantly stood out. He was a little shorter than the rest of them, he had amazingly chocolate colored skin, mahogany dreads, and tattoos down both of his arms. I couldn't stop staring at him from under the desk, and I did the most idiotic thing at the worst time, I sneezed. "What in the living hell?" They chimed in together.

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