This story is about a group of kids who ran away from there homes because they were sick of there parents. The 2 things they have in common are: They are all trying to stay alive and all there parents are criminals.


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I was terrified, I was mad, rage was building within me. Who are you!? I screamed trying to punch her in the face. Why were you  going through my bag!?! Blood was everywhere her whole mouth was bloody, but I didn't care she wasn't getting anything out of me. "Stop!" screamed the girl.  "I have an answer! I'm not here to kill you, I'm here to help you!" "That's what they all say", I said. Before I was about to knock her out she did a reverse on me and I was the one on the ground.




I was finally able to reverse the tackle. Listen! Look I'm not trying to kill you! I'm not even trying to hurt you! "I don't believe you" spat the boy. I'm a runaway to. I saw you trying to get over the fence and the cops were right behind you and I knew you wouldn't be able to make it so I pulled you down and ducked you into an allyway before they killed both of us. You should be thanking me not trying to kill me! "Let me go", said Dallas. I can't I said what if you get up and try to kill me? Look you see this picture? I said holding the picture in front of his face. "What about it?", Dallas said as he tried to get away. Do you know who that is? "Yea it's a girl I used to live nearby her parents would always get drunk and throw beer bottles and wine bottles at her head and I would end up taking care of her  until the day we got caught I don't remember her name though". said the boy




Then, she let me go just like that and she started crying. She went and sat in a corner and started crying. I didn't know if this was all an act or if she was actually crying. I went over to her gently and sat down across from her and stared at her. Look, I don't know if you are a cop or an actual runaway like me. I do know that you saved me from the cops that were chasing me, and I know that you went through my stuff. I'm kinda confused. she won't even look at me. If it helps the girl in the picture, I remember one day I came home and she was there and she had a huge cut  on her forehead from a wine bottle. Then, 15 days later I never saw her again because her parents caught me helping her. I have been looking for her though, she made me feel alive again.




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