I sat on the curb of my neighborhood and looked out into the crowd of busy cars. I had to meet Alex in a minute or two. I had plenty of time.

When it was time to go, I got on my bike an rode down town. I live in a small town, if you could even call it that. It’s more like a big town thats easy to navigate. I turned a corner on my bike, but it stopped abruptly. Just before I was thrown on off my bike, I looked down to see a metal pipe jammed into my spokes. I flew over the handle bars and as soon as I landed, a huge guy was sitting on my chest, wailing on me.

My arms weren’t pinned, so I reached into my pocket and whipped out my switchblade.

“Get offa me.” I growled.

He got off of me, but his other friends started running towards me. I got up and ran the rest of the way to the gas station that Alex worked at.

I stuffed my switchblade into my pocket.

He can’t know I got jumped just then.

I walked through the door and to the register, he was right there.

“Hey, man.” I grinned, slapping him a high-five.