As I walked down the dimly lit street, I
quickened my pace. This wasn’t the place to fool around. On my way home late
from track practice at school, I found that a construction crew had closed off
the only safe road home for some road repair, even to walkers. I had pleaded
with the man in charge, but he simply shrugged his shoulders and refused.
Suddenly, I heard loud voices, right across the
street from where I stopped still. Three men jumped out of the house, and I
tried to jump back into the shadows, but it was too late, they had already seen
me.
I streaked down the street as fast as my track
trained legs would go. Hearing several shouts after a while of running, I
looked back to see three white men gaining on me. When I looked in front of me
again, I crashed headfirst into a hard medal streetlight. I crumbled to the ground, and things swirled. I
quickly got to my feet a swayed, trying to stop the swirling. I started to run
again, but someone grabbed ahold of the hood of my sweatshirt and pulled me
backward. Kicking and screaming, I tried to fight my way free, but was soon
tied with my hands behind my back and my swinging, kicking feet. Before the
dark sack went over my head, I saw that one of the men had on a dark green sweatshirt
that had a brown grizzly bear on it. I
heard a car pull up beside me. I was pushed into, what felt like, the trunk and
the hood slammed shut. The car went forward, yet I was still screaming and
kicking the hood. I soon started to get dizzy again and my head pounding. Soon,
I must have blacked out, because I couldn’t feel my legs kicking anymore.
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