Grabbing the mossy pipe, I pulled myself onto the rooftop. Running from the cops was my daily exercise. I ran, jumping over bars and broken boards.
"Over there, get her." I looked behind me and saw two police man, aiming their guns at me. I came to the end of the roof. The next jump is too high for someone as short as me. I looked down. Definitely too high to jump from here. I took my chance and fell onto someone's fire escape.
Jumping from there, I ran out of the dark alley. Everything was in slow motion.
"Oof." I fell to my butt, opening my eyes and glaring at the person who fell in front of me.
Surprisingly, it was a boy my age. Gray eyes and a dark raven undercut. What is a thirteen year old boy doing, walking the dark streets alone? Who should I be the one to complain? I'm thirteen and running from the cops.
The cops... I got up after apologizing to the scowling boy, running from the men with tasers and cuffs. I ran, pushing anybody in my way. I did a sharp turn int...