I run. That's what I'm best at. That's seems to be all I do: run. I'm always running from something. Today it's the police. But, wait. Before you start judging me you need to know that I didn't do anything. I've been running for as long as I can remember. They already took my mom, and it's only me, my little brother, and my dad left. By 'they' I mean Chasers. Always chasing us; hence the name. My name is Matilda Dennis, and my life is pretty difficult.All Rights Reserved