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By:
Jackie T.

A Hero Of a Crime

Chapter 1
Discovery in the Streets

I was running so hard, and so fast, that my chest started to burn painfully. My light chestnut brown hair got in my face. I tried to push it back, but I failed each time. I was letting it distract me too much. I had to hide from the loud blaring sirens behind me. I could hide in a near-by alley, but that’s too easy. I need to find a less obvious place to hide. Then I saw the perfect place to hide, a dumpster. I was far enough away from them to hide quickly without being seen. So, I then, jumped into the nasty rat infested dumpster hoping they would zoom right past it, and then be puzzled. I heard the sirens come nearer, and then they whooshed by as I expected.

In the streets of New York City you have to be swift like an alley cat, yet fierce like the Rottweiler guarding the worthless treasures of the junkyard. There’s nothing better than a chase by the cops for a measly CD by Queen. It was only worth 5 dollars. That was the fun of the whole thing, though. Being me, Nicolette Butler, adventure is your life. It never ends except when you’re at home, where I was headed. I got out of the dumpster swiftly. The clear, and crisp, air of fall cleared my nose of the old rotting food, and rat pellets.

I noticed that the streets were wet, and sleek looking with the golden light of the lamps above my head. I could still see, and hear, the sirens in the far, far distance ahead of me, flat, and lifeless. Since it was about 12’o clock am. Everyone was probably sound asleep until I came running through the huge city with my little CD. I walked across the street silently. You couldn’t hear my footsteps at all. I knew I was taking a risk when I just walked across the street casually. I heard the wheels of the police cars turning around suddenly, their sirens still noisy, and as loud as ever. They must have seen me somehow.

When I started running again I didn’t realize I was running towards a closed-off manhole that had been opened earlier today. I had to jump the manhole, or fall into it while twisting my ankle. I decided to jump. When I got closer to it, I got my legs ready for the high hard spring ahead. Then, I jumped as hard as I could. I grunted while I lifted myself off the ground. The manhole raced under me. It was gone in seconds, and I was on the hard wet pavement again. I couldn’t believe that I had made it, and with a smooth landing.

With all my disbelieve I remembered the cops were still behind me. I had to run fast again. I had to take about 5 swift long bounds until I was at the corner, turning. My apartment was only about two blocks down this street, but if I just walked in they would break in. I had to find another hiding place. There was nowhere to hide. I panicked, still running hard, and fast. I looked around me frantically; there was only a trashcan, which could work. I got behind it quickly. I started to think: Please don’t see me. I don’t need this. Please, please don’t find me. I wish I were invisible. Unable to see, they would see nothing. I saw the cops finally turn the corner. The drivers were still looking forward. Maybe they’re trying to trick me. No, they wouldn’t be that stupid. If they could get me, they would.

A few moments later, they had passed me, and they just gave up. The store clerk was a paranoid freak anyways. I got up, astonished. I couldn’t believe they passed me without seeing me. I started to walk toward my apartment, still thinking of how they couldn’t have seen me. I looked at my feet, and there was nothing there. I screamed a scream of horror. I looked at my hands, and I twisted them around franticly to see if they were there after all. They weren’t. I had turned invisible, but how? I had to turn back before I got home. “See something!” I said to myself. I looked at my hand, nothing sadly. “Visibility!” I shouted. Nothing, still. “Be seen once again, to be loved.” I said absently. I saw my hand, and it was there, as solid as ever.