I ran. As fast as I could, wih footsteps ad murmers slowly catching up to me. I tried to pick us speed, bit couldn't. My feet were aching. It was an agonizing pain. I could hear the voices behind me saying "get him!" and that almost led me to a panic. I felt like I couldn't make it.
I turned a sudden corner to find myself in a dark alley. I pressed my back onto the concrete wall beside me. I closed my eyes, hoping I was invisable to the footsteps passing by. He knew they couldn't see him because they passed by quickly wihout a gance.
"where'd he go?" a bigger guy said. "how should I know stupid?" another guy said, sacking the bigger one on the head. "yo, you guys don't know where he us? That's jank man, how did we lose him again?" "I don't know." said a guy with a Spanish accent. "but he must think we pretty stupid." "we gonna get cha Ronaldo! One day!" the leader barked loudly.
I clutched onto my backpack. Hoping they were gone, I made a run for it down he alley. I paused and darted against the wall at the end of it.
