Leave me...alone

"You know what? Just leave me alone, dad. I don't care about what you have to say. You break out of jail and come here for me? No way I'm leaving with you. Just leave me alone." I shouted my dad. My dad kept staring at me. His jail partner snickered. I threw my dinner at him. He dodged it. "I'm afraid I can't leave you alone. After all, you've become a witness. Dusty, capture her." ordered my father. His jail partner, dusty, the one that I trew my breakfast at. I moved towards the open window and jumped out. I landed on my feet. I saw fifteen to twenty five teens surrounded me. "Oh, so you helped him, didn't you guys?" I asked them. "She's not normal. No girl would've survived that fall or landed on her feet." observed one of the boys. I cocked my head to the side. A guy with brown hair and blue eyes stepped out. " Alright, sweetheart, just come sit in the car and we won't touch you more." he said. "Wonderful offer but I'll pass." I saw no open space to dart or run away. "Speaking of sweethearts, do you guys have girlfriends?" I asked. The guys looked at each other and nodded. I smiled. " I can't ride with guys who have girlfriends, you know, your girlfriend might think wrong or girls who have crushes on you guys... Well it might break their hearts. Trust me, I'm speaking with personal experience." I looked around again and saw the railing above me, the railing lead to the roof. A good escape route. I jumped but my fingers barely scraped it. The guys laughed. I saw my dad come down the stairs. I jumped again, missing it by an inch. Maybe a boost would help. "Take the roof. That's where she's going." commanded my father. Twelve of the boys jumped up onto the railing. I was suprised they could do that. The railing broke and they landed on their feet onto the ground. "Or you could do that." added my dad. The one who called me a sweetheart dropped the railing and moved towards me. I moved back. I heard noises behind me. I turned around to see girls beating the guys up. I almost laughed but at the same time I heard a cry. "Over here!" cried a girl to me from above. She was hanging from another girl who was hanging from the top. She was lowering her hand for me. I jumped up and caught it. She pulled me up and hauled me onto the ceiling. She was so pretty. She had strawberry blonde hair and stormy grey eyes. "Run." was all she said to me before flipping down to the ground. I ran as I was told across the building. There was a gap to the next one. I flipped over it and kept running. I stopped abruptly to see a huge street in front me. Without thinking I turned to the left and landed on my back. I groaned. It actually hurt this time. I got up and dusted myself off. I saw a fence and saw my dad's minions running I into the alley. I ran and saw a fence blocking my route to freedom. I climbed up it and jumped landing on my feet. I could hear that the guys stopped because they murmured something about somebody's territory and how they didn't want to mess around with that guy. I kept on running, looking backwards to make sure they were fleeing. I hit something hard. The hard thing fell on me. I groaned. My head throbbed. The hard thing was on top of me and it was groaning too. It got off of me and rolled onto it's side. I just lay there for a moment, trying to put everything together. I had never been here in these woods before and I was lost. The hard thing helped me up. I looked at the hard thing. It was so handsome. I mean he was so handsome. He had blonde hair and golden honey eyes. He had twigs in his hair. So did I. "Wow, you're pretty." he shook his head and looked at me like I was a hologram. I smiled. "You're even prettier." he whispered. I closed my mouth and tried not to smile but it was hard with braces. "Do you talk?" he asked me as if I was a doll. "Yes, I do." I said looking at the ground. I didn't want him to notice my braces. He lifted my chin up so he could see me. "You're a doll with braces! I never knew there was a jet black haired Barbie doll with green eyes and silver braces!" he observed. "You must be crazy. Im not blonde or brunette. Im not dark brown haired, either. I don't have blue eyes or brown eyes or teal eyes, I have green ones. I'm not supposed to be pretty." I told him. "I think you're pretty." he repeated. "Anyways, do you know where I am?" I asked him. "Can I take you home?" he asked me. I smiled. "my dad is trying to track me down so he can kill me or make me join him and his minions." I told him. "who's your dad?" he asked me getting all serious.,

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 02.11.2012

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