I took a long drag on my cigarette as I noticed a blue mustang swerve around the corner.

I threw my weed to the ground and started walking, hoping they wouldn't notice me. It was Bob, and I knew he was looking for me.

"Hey baby! C'mon over here!" I quickly identified it as Bob.

I took a chance and looked back as I hitched my thumbs in my jeans. That was a mistake; I had tripped over an uneven space in the sidewalk and went down like a ton of bricks. I never was really coordinated. I heard hysterical laughter behind me and the slamming of car doors.

'Shit!' I thought as I propped myself up, wincing at the pain in my ankle. I ran for it, swearing every time I felt a jolt of pain in my ankle.

I ran down the streets of my neighborhood; Soc territory, I wasn't like all of the other soc girls. Sure I had money, but I acted like a hood. That is why Bob had it in for me; I wouldn't give in to him like all the other soc girls.

Bob and 2 other guys were following me. I quickly remembered there being 5 guys, not three. But I soon realized that I was right once 2 of the socs cut me off and tackled me to the ground. I tried to fight back but the others had gotten over and they were holding my arms and legs as bob sat on my stomach.

"Get the fuck off me!" I could tell Bob was drunk, he smelled like vodka and whiskey. That and he slugged me a couple times good, on my left cheek. Bob hardly ever hit a girl, even when he was drunk.

"Watch your mouth, slut!" Bob grabbed a hold of my throat and squeezed. I gasped for air, and squirmed when I couldn't get any. I managed to get on of my legs free, I kicked the guy holding my right leg in the chin, he fell back and cussed at me. I tucked my knee under Bob's chest and pushed as hard as I could.

He practically flew off me and he tackled the guy holding my other leg down by accident.

I quickly did a back flip kicking the two guys holding my arms, off of me and to the ground.

I bolted before anyone could even get up

"thank you, mom, for forcing me to take gymnastics!" I whispered to myself, smiling halfheartedly.

I ran about ten blocks from where Bob and his guys had jumped me. When I stopped to look at where I was going. 'Where am I?' nothing here looked familiar, but something in the back of my mind, told me I'd been here before.