My New Bike

While the leader guy occupies the attention of the others you deftly slip off, cutting up a nearby driveway and into the yards.

"Hey that little cracker runnin' away," one of the kids said.

You ran a little faster while the kids all yelled "hey!" from behind you and began to chase.

Then you heard a loud boom like a crack of thunder and something shot past your ear, whistling all the way. You climbed up a chain fence real quick and found yourself in an alley way that ran between a few bars.

An old skinny woman was standing outside smoking a cigarette. She was wearing bright neon shoes and had long blonde hair.

"Hey kid," she said as you walked by; her voice was deep and gravely. "You looking for a good time?"

A good time? Actually that sounded like fun. So far you were not having a good time at all so the offer was a welcome one. But your mom always tells you not to talk to strangers...