Withstanding the Odds

, but I don’t give in. I know he won’t catch me. I’m fast, faster than him, and have no intention of slowing down. Spott

ound the large cemented pillar. Security guard

et about. I’ve been doing this for over five years, and I could honestly say that I have made it my mission to remain the person no one notices; however, I wasn’t counting on The G

n directly behind him. I smirk, knowing that I have lost them, but I remain rooted in my spot for thirty minutes more, just in case. M

rchandise, pro

live by; this one has a

alking quickly out of the lot, I dash through the outside of the m

am not being followed, and only when I am one hundred percent sure

a year. It’s isn’t ideal to be in a criminal organization, but after the deaths of our parents thirteen years ago,

king his turn at hopscotch. We had been at Aunt Margot’s house for the last couple o

ked wondering why there was a

e was an accident and…. they’re gone

pulled from our home, our school, our lives, and placed into foster car

my way up the three flights of

ot Charles standing outside of Mick’s door. Mick is the to

d run away from our latest despicable foster family, that one, the a

I approached him. His massive body was blocking

and that is me

d potentially bring to Mick. Charles isn’t a runner, he simply held power for being Mick’s right-hand man, his wall of

to be unb