When I hit the ground I land on my feet. Miraculously I'm not injured. I keep running. I can't believe no one heard all this noise. I head straight for the woods behind my neighbor's house. My legs hurt. I can feel my knees start to give in. But I don't stop. I keep running.
After running for what seems like half an hour I stop. I've come to the edge of the woods. I can hear sounds. It looks like I've come to the edge of the woods. I see a dumpster and a old hotdog stand. Only a few people are there.
My mind wanders to last night. My parents had left at 4:00 and I went to a party at 6. When I got back I was so tired that I had gone to bed in the clothes I was wearing.
I looked down at my purple skinny jeans. I pulled down my green shirt and black blazer. I felt my hair trying to see if it looked okay. I pulled a yellow hair tie of my wrist and pulled my hair into a high ponytail.
I stared at the hotdog shop some more. I decided to go west and see if i could find a nicer part of town.
After walking for a long time I came to a playground. I come out of the woods. I can see rows of houses. They all look the same. The house were large and looked well taken care of. I guessed I was in a nicer part of town.
I started walking down the road. I looked at my phone. It was 7:00.
After walking for a while I came to a street corner. The sign sad Brangle St. I peered around the corner. It was surprisingly quiet. I could see a blurry figure approaching me. I started walking toward the figure, but then I remembered my situation. I stopped and froze. The figure got closer. It looked like someone on a bike.
When the person was close enough to me, I realized it was a neighborhood watch guy. I hated these guys. My old best friend, Danny, used to be one. He was always nosey and snobby.
The man pulled up to me. His "Neighborhood Watch" jacket was flapping in the wind. He was going really fast. I looked at him. It didn't look like he was gonna slow down.
WHAM! I skidded across the pavement. My elbows became scratched and my shirt peeled up. My back had road rash. I sat up. The man had fallen if his bike. He was wearing long black pants so he didn't have many scratches.
He pulled himself up and grabbed his bike. He pulled up the handlebars and flicked down his kickstand.
I started pulling myself up. The man walked over to me. He extended his hand. Giving him a questioning look I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up.
"Sorry bout that." he said. I just looked at him. He slightly bent down and looked me in the eyes questioningly. I gave him a small smile and kept walking. I didn't have time for this.
I could feel a pair of eyes burning into my back. I tugged on my blazer, looking for a pocket to slip my hand into. I couldn't find one so I let my hand slip down my thigh.
I could still feel him watching me. I looked back and he was staring. "Are you okay?" he asked. I turned around and started walking toward him. I knew I had to tell him what happened.
