I am running down a street, and I’m sure somebody’s going after me. I’m positive you have no idea what’s going on. Well, lets start at the beginning.
My name is Alala Fowl and I’m 13. I have short black hair – the kind that most boys have and light cyan eyes. I’m abnormally pale and tall. I always wear a red tank top, green army jeans, and black hiking boots. Also, I have 2 tattoos – one on the right shoulder which is a fire breathing dragon; and on the left one a skull, underneath which there are 2 bones crossing each other.
Plus, I have a strange interest in guns, knives, and bombs. I don’t have any parents and so, I live at the foster home. I don’t understand why, but everybody hate me. Maybe because I’m so strange.
Last Friday, when I was returning from school I saw the ambulance. It was standing right in front of the foster home and the doctors were running in and out of the building. Suddenly there was a “BOOM!!!” and everything went black.
When I woke up I’ve noticed that I’ve been tied to a chair and that there were 2 short people standing with guns in front of me. Then, I noticed that the guns were POINTING at me. It seemed they noticed that I woke up and started whispering something to each other. It was something about calling the boss and who would do that. They actually started a fight. After an hour or so, of fighting, the loser went to call the boss.