It was a cold, winter night in the city of Boston.
Christmas time was approaching, and people were out and about still shopping for presents.
I was walking home from my best friends house because, even though I was 18, I didn't have my license.
By now it was midnight. I lived 10 miles from her home, so the walk was treacherous. My parents were out of town, so I had no choice but to walk.
The wind picked up and the snow fell a little harder. There were not many people out anymore, so I couldn't ask for a ride home.
Boston has a city that is almost like a downtown area.
There are lots of buildings, and the streets are set up in blocks.
As I was walking down one of the blocks, I noticed an alley.
It was a long, dark, cold, alley with an abandoned car and lots of trash.
Something told me to go and look around, but I was scared.
I began to walk away, but I got that feeling again. I walked toward the beginning of the alley and stood staring straight down it.
I took my first step. I walked very slow. I was about 20 feet into the alley.
I heard someone yell. It sounded like they were saying help. I heard it again. I yelled back, "hello?"
Was someone in trouble? I had to continue on.
I saw a hand raise. Someone was laying on their back on the alley floor.
I ran over to them as fast as I could. It was a man.
He looked to be in his twenties; Caucasian and skinny. His clothes were tattered up a little bit.
He looked to be hurt. I was taught that if you find anyone hurt, you're not supposed to move them, because if they have an injury, it could make it worse.
I ignored that teaching, and flipped him over. He looked so familiar to me, but I couldn't remember of who this could possibly be. I asked the man;
"Are you ok? What happened?" He replied
"I was jumped. I was taking a walk and a group of four guys jumped me."
"What did they look like?"
"They were tall, two of them were black, one was Hispanic and the other was Caucasian."
I asked the question I've been begging to ask:
"My name is Emily. What is your name?"
He looked at me, eyes wide. He hesitated for a minute.
"You don't know who I am?" He said surprisingly.
"You look familiar, but I can't recall who you are."
He said quietly, "My name is......
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Fiksi PenggemarAs Emily is walking home from her friend's house in Boston, Massachusetts, she finds someone in an alley who was jumped and robbed. The person ends up being someone who is known all over the world.