I ran and ran and ran, not looking back. All I could hear was the bangs coming from the guns they were shooting at me.
"Stop her!" They yelled, I kept running and running.
That was two years ago, all that just for running way from home. My parents aren't exactly the friendly type. They run gangs, two gangs that work together. They call themselves the 'optimum', meaning the best in Latin.
Recently, I've been feeling like someone is following me...