Our feet pounded the pavement as we ran, hell bent for leather, through the trees.
"Hey! You boys!"
About 20 men were chasing after us with guns. Lights from their torches swung wildly through the forest.
I could hardly breathe, partly from exhaustion but mostly from pure terror.
Whoever was on my left suddenly hissed at me, "Trees!"
"What?"
"Climb! Climb the trees! We can't outrun them!"
Want to know how we got into this mess?
It all started last month...
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"I beat you. Again." Said Alex, throwing down the XBOX controller and opening a can of Fanta.
We were all at Sim's house. And Alex had just beat me at yet another game of FIFA. Charlie was on the phone talking to his latest girlfriend. Fraz was writing something on his hand and muttering to himself, Sim was still staring at the TV screen intently even though the game was over and Colin was playing Minecraft on his IPad.
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Runaway Gang
AdventureMe, Sim, Charlie, Fraz, Colin and Alex. That's our gang. My name's Max. I guess you could say I'm the quiet one. I just like to think about things. Sim's the one who spends all his time playing sports. ALL sports. He even did ballet at one point...
