My skateboard clacked along the bumpy sidewalk while my purple hair flew in the soft night breeze. I hate having to steal things just to keep my little sister and I alive. Tonight I was attempting something very risky, dangerous even, something that could change our lives. I checked my watch, it read 11:14pm. 1 hour and 14 minutes past curfew. But no ones here to tell me off. Cops don't usually come around these sketchy pats of New York City. Unless something crazy has been going on here. Which is exactly what has happenedAll Rights Reserved