I kept staring at Emily. She couldn't keep still. She was so excited to see the boys. What was so special about them anyway? We kept on walking. Since One Direction was in town, the roads and sidewalks were blocked. So we took shortcuts.
I'm so happy! We'll be in the concert, I will see the boys in a few minutes!! Jen kept staring at me like she was day dreaming. I mean, I love her to death but what does she want. "OK, we have to cross this alley now, Emily." "No, Jen! You have got to be crazy if you want to go across this alley! It's the Dame Alley. There was a rumour in school that the twins, George and Phillips, crossed this alley to go to school, and they never were seen again." "Emily, you've got to be kidding me. It was a rumour! Now, do you want to see One Direction or not?" I nodded like a small child. "Ok, then. Let's go." I held on to Jen's sweater the whole time like a little beggar. We were almost near the end of the alley, and nothing happened yet. That's good. A few seconds later, we had reached the end. In front of us, stood the empty parks of London. We took a small step, then a man approached us. He looked about 30. He was wearing a hat, a red blazer and baggy jeans. He looked dangerous. "Something we can help you with?" Jennifer shakily asked. He took his hands and wrapped it around my neck. He squeezed harder and harder. I couldn't breathe.
He was choking Emily! I saw Emily's face getting paler and paler. I knew I had to do something. I took one of the lids of a trash can, and knocked him in the head. Hard. He let go of Emily and she fell to the ground. She was laying there gasping for air. He cornered me and punched me. I couldn't believe it. I fell against the wall, with blood pouring out of my nose. I tried to get up, but I was in too much pain. The man snickered, and reached into Emily's hand. He grabbed the One Direction tickets out of Emily's hand, and kicked her stomach. She groaned in pain. He ran away, as fast as he could and looked back at us. I got up wiping the blood off me to help Emily. "Emily, can you hear me?" "Jen, is that you?" "Yes, Em. Are you ok?" "My stomach hurts but I'm fine." Her face was flushed with tears, and her tone had gone back to its usual color. Emily had a bruise on her stomach, where the man had kicked her. We were fine. But now where do we do?