Walking under the white light of the moon, I approach a new neighborhood at the end of the street. Something hits the top of my head, and I look up. The clouds are getting thicker and darker with every step that I take. Great, it's going to rain. I run through the neighborhood, and I finally find something that I could hide under. So I sit on the curb and under a tree and just watched the rain for a few hours. And instead of just raining for a few hours, it rained for three days straight, all day and all night, but that didn't stop me from continuing my journey to explore the world.

It's Saturday morning, and I'm walking past streets and between cars. I can see a building coming into view and a group of guys sitting on the sidewalk with their bikes on the ground. I walk past the guys and sit on the curb and just relax. I put my hood on and set my hands in my jacket pockets. After fifteen minutes, one of the guys from the group approach me.
"Hey, do you know how to bmx?" The guy asks.
"No not really, sorry dude." I respond, and the guy starts to walk off. "Do you want to learn how to?" I ask, and the guy is dead in his tracks and he turns around.
"Do you even know how to?" He asks.
"Kind of, I used to bmx with all my buds." I sit up, and reach in my jacket pockets. I pull out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes and my lighter. I put the orange end in my mouth, and light the far white end, and all the guys look at me.
"Dude, you smoke?" The guy from before asks.
"Yeah, it's not like you don't smoke or anything." I smile.
"Ahh dude, you got me there." The guy laughs and pats me on the back.
"So, what kind of stuff are you into?" The guy asks.
"Hmmm..Let's see, well I'll have to think about it. I ride quads and dirtbikes in the dunes. I gamble...hmm...Let's see, sex, weed, weed...more weed." I start.
"You gamble?" One of the other guys asks.
"Yeah, I gamble."
"Gamble, like, poker games and casinos in Las Vegas?" Another asks.
"Yes, that kind of gambling." I respond. "Question, what are your names?" I ask.
"Well I'm John, the one in the lamb of god shirt is Devan, and the one in the Gun's n' Roses shirt is fat Jake. The ginger kid is Tyler, and the one with the Slipknot shirt is Jake." John introduces me to all of his friends. "What's your name?" John asks.
"Alex." I smile. "So, what kind of stuff are you guys into?" I ask.
"Oh wow dude, we're into all the stuff that you're into." John laughs.
"But, you guys probably don't do what I do." I laugh.
"What do you mean?" fat Jake asks.
"I mean, just because you guys are into what I'm into, you guys are just interested in that kind of thing. It doesn't mean you guys actually do what I do. And trust me, there are a lot of things that I do that you guys would regret doing or wouldn't do in the first place." I start.
"Like what? What have you done that's so bad?" Devan asks.
"Hmm...It's none of that girly stealing crap, but I have stolen from stores and malls, even gas stations. I 'pushed' an old lady in the freeway, killed little girls, jumped some losers in every year in middle school. And jumped some losers the first and second year of high school too." I laugh.
"Wow...That's intense." John looks at me, shocked.
"Oh please, that's nothing compared to what I normally do." I laugh, and they all look at me. "You don't want to know, dudes." I smile.
"So...where do you even live?" Devan asks.
"I live everywhere, I walk everywhere, I enjoy getting the chance to see new places. Well I move a lot, and I have like, a crap load of friends dude. But I can't see them again because of my frequent moving." I start.
"Question, why do you move so often?" Devan asks.
"To explore more places, and well...from guy to guy or from guy to guys or whatever, I'm being chased by the military." I laugh. "I mean c'mon, you commit some crimes and you're already FBI's Most Wanted." I laugh. I take another hit off my cigarette.
"Can you blow the smoke in my face?" Devan asks. I shrug and blow the smoke in Devan's face. Devan inhales the smoke and sighs.
"It's not as good as weed though." I laugh. "But it'll work for a while." I smile, and fat Jake comes around between Devan and I.
"Damn dude, you're cool. You should start chilling with us more often." fat Jake winks, and moves his hand to my a**.
"Jeez dude, for a guy, you've got a nice girl a**." Jake laughs.
"Um...Thanks dude." I roll my eyes but laugh. "I'm bi-sexual, so I know how that's like." I smile.
"I'm gay." fat Jake laughs. TO BE CONTINUED...


Should I continue?
The story is about a girl whose name is Emily. Emily runs away from everywhere and from everyone because of all the crimes that she has committed. So now Emily is FBI's Most Wanted, and Emily is also being chased by the military to be prosecuted. She makes some guy friends and then has to run away again. But this time, Devan follows Emily AKA Alex on the journey, and finds out that 'he' is a she.