- r e g r e t s - s e m i l i t e r a t e

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- b u m p -

[Panic!]

- Scarlett R. Thatcher -

- Basics -

- Gender -

female

- A g e -

17

- N i c k N a m e -

Scar

- I n - D e p t h -

- P e r s o n a l i t y -

Scarlett is a very well voiced girl. She speaks her mind, and she speaks the truth. She isn't afraid of what the people think of her, she does what she wants. She is sweet when she wants/needs to be, and she is an extremely good actress. I warn you for that, to look out. Sometimes, she is a little mean, and she likes to use sarcasm a lot. Don't take it personally, she does it with everyone. She is a pretty smart girl, but often hates showing it. Many people just end up underestimating her, and then she pulls the trigger. They end up hating her, if they aren't dead by the time she is done with them.

She is pretty athletic. She would play sports with the local kids in her distract when she got the chance with whatever they had. If there was only an orange to throw around, that would be the ball and there would be a catch. She was very resourceful when it came to things like that. She just needs something (or someone) to keep her attention. Call her crazy, but she likes to have fun. She isn't much of an artist, but she's a musician at heart. She loves music, and she can be heard singing anywhere. She likes to tap out a beat on something sometimes, and she likes to hum when she works. She does it on an instinct now after a few years of singing.

When you finally break her down, you will find that she is actually very caring and loving. She can be sweet and nice, and she can make you feel important. She has that certain quality to her. When it comes to smiles and hugs, she is all for them. Sometimes, she just likes to see people smile, and she'll go around asking random people for hugs. Call her friendly or call her a creep, she just loves to be loved. She likes to surround herself with people who care, and it just makes her feel safe and happy when she is with people who love her. Still, if you betray her or hurt her in anyway, don't expect to win her back. She is fully capable of holding a grudge, or throwing a punch or two. She has a harder outer shell then it seems, and she won't put up with any crap.

- H i s t o r y -

"Is this just another question to use against me?"
Scarlett has a good life when she was 10, heck it was a perfect life. Her parent's owned a great house near the water and her mother had another child on the way, in fact, she had another two, there would be a set of twins in the family. Scarlett had plenty of friends as well, and she was quite popular in her class. Good grades, best friends, not a care in the world. These were the moments she would look upon, not the next few years.

When she was 12, her father was murdered, no one knew why. All they found was a little bit of blood on his pillow where he had been taking a little nap before going back to work from his lunch break. It had been a beautiful day, she remembered it perfectly. It was the day she was going home with her friend Dan after school, a bright sunny Friday. Being a 7th grader, she was "in love" with him and he had invited her over along with a few of her other friends. She had been laughing up a storm with them, fooling around with her friends and joking around when Dan's mother came down into the basement. She said that Scarlet''s mother was on the phone, and that Scar had to go home as soon as possible. Scarlett didn't want to leave, so she refused. She stayed down there with her friends until about 7 then she walked back home in the sunset with a fresh kiss on her cheek.

When she got home, her mother was gone, a note on the door. "Went to the police station, call me when you get home." She rushed inside, wanting to know what was up, finding police tape everywhere and a few detectives inside. She rushed to the phone, ignoring the police officers trying to tell her what happened. She wanted to her it from her mother. When her mother picked up, she was hysterical. "What happened?" Her mother didn't respond to quickly. When she seemed to be able to speak again, she said,"You father has been killed. They are looking for the body, but they are searching the house for clues..." Scarlett couldn't speak, she broke out crying and hung up the phone. A detective's soft voice interrupted her. "Miss, I know this is a bad time, but may I ask you a few questions?" She just stared, tears continuing to fall down the 11 year old's face. She ran out the door, ignoring the middle aged man who looked like he needed some rest.

She started walking in the cold air, forgetting to grab a jacket. She didn't want to believe what happened. She walked to the town's coffee shop, then the school, then the little country shop on the corner, then to the park, and when it was about 10 o'clock, she went back home to find her mother home talking with the detective. It has been years since, and her mother remarried a man from the south. He never liked her to much, she was a moody, fatherless teenager with plenty of faults. He couldn't accept them, and had hit her plenty of times. She hated him and eventually took off running with his wallet, a small bag of clothes, and a pocket knife and lighter.

- F a m i l y B a c k H o m e -

She has a little brother and a little sister, both of them being twins, along with her mother and step father. The only one who she particularly misses is her old dog Rydon.

- W h a t s M a k e s Y o u D i f f e r e n t ? -

"I don't want to sound like I am bragging, but my voice. I am one of those people who likes to belt out a random song and or note, because music has always been there for me."

- F e a t u r e s -

- G e n e r a l D e s c r i p t i o n -

She has light blonde hair with some low lights. She is tall and thin, being about 5'9" and around 140 pounds, though it's not like she would tell you that if you asked her. She has light green eyes much like the sea and seems like she would be a weakling but it turns out she isn't. She is actually very athletic.

- S t y l e O f C l o t h i n g -

"I am not really that girly when it comes to my style of clothes, I loathed skirts and I can't stand dresses. For me, it is usually skinny jeans and a nice shirt. I actually like to wear a lot of t-shirts with band names, though they are all probably bands you don't know. I like my converse, but on hot summer days, I can be seen in flip flops with jean cut offs and a bikini underneath. When it is cold out, I like to wear a sweat shirt, one that is a little big on me. Those are very comfortable to hang around in. I am not afraid to go out in just sweats, in fact I do that often, it is just to comfortable to say no too. I don't like to wear to much clown make up so I'm not recognizable, but sometimes I'll put on a little mascara, eye liner, and lip stick.

- I m p o r t a n t F e a t u r e s -

A tattoo on her wrist that looks like this

- H a i r C o l o r -

"Blonde"

- E y e C o l o r -

"I have green eyes."

- E x t r a -

- P e t s ? -

"I wish!"

- O t h e r -

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- Jared T. Kane -

- Basics -

- Gender -

"Male, check if you must."

- A g e -

"My birth certificate says 15, but my mom says I have the personality of a 6 year old..."

- N i c k N a m e -

Make one for him.

- I n - D e p t h -

- P e r s o n a l i t y -

Jared, no matter what he did or does in the future, is a good guy. Sure, he made plenty of mistakes in the past, and he regrets them, but he knows how to move on. He does have a conscience, and knows right from wrong, it's just that at moment, he forgets everything and does what he likes. You can't blame him for that, it's what every teenage boy does. When it comes to things like that nature, he tends to be more of a follower. He doesn't like to be singled out, and bring even more attention to himself.

He is actually a pretty funny guy once you get to know him, and usually says whatever is on his mind. Maybe that is a good thing, or maybe it's a bad thing, but one thing you can always expect from him is that he is always 100% honest. He hates being lied to, therefore, doesn't like to lie to anyone else. He's one of those guys who tries to lighten the mood, and cracks jokes during serious situations. He is pretty friendly, and usually makes friends easily. Call him crazy, but he tends to enjoy life and lives to the fullest. He likes to brighten everyone else's moods, even when he is down. He isn't one to hold a grudge, but isn't afraid to throw a punch. In protection of course, he would never try to hurt someone.

He is a little confusing at first, and a bit awkward when he is alone, but he is a good guy. He is a well spoken, out going and grounded guy. A few people don't give him a chance because of his past, but he just wished people would learn how to forgive and forget. After all, everyone deserves a second chance, right?

- H i s t o r y -

He doesn't remember much of his past, but I do so I shall tell you.

Jared was born to his 16 year old mother and her ridiculous 19 year old boy friend. There was never love between them, just happy memories, drinks, and a few dates. When he was young, he didn't think much about the situation, it ws normal to him. Sure his mother was younger then his kindergarten classmates' mums, but that made her more beautiful. The first 3 years of his life had parental figures. Then, his dad disappeared, something that he was never able to fully understand until he was 8. His mother had surrendered herself to drinking, that poor women who was already 19 and working 2 jobs for her son. She stuck with him though and eventually moved out of his grandmother's house and into a very small apartment on the bad side of town.

He was a good child. He could see the tiredness in his mother's eyes and started to do whatever he could to make her job easier. He never went over his friends out, he took care of her. He did small jobs around the neighborhood for the other families to make whatever money he could for her. He was very independent seeing as he mother was never home. He was also able to maintain good grades in school. He took on a lot of things, but was able to juggle being a son, scholar, popular classmate, and worker all in one. He was looked upon with great respect most of the time.

When he was 13, his mother came home to find him laying on the couch like a bum. She sighed, waking him up. "Honey, it's Friday night, go out have some fun," she said to him with her usual tired voice. He started to debate, but she practically kicked him out of the house for the night. He went to his friend's house, one of the biggest mistakes of his life. His friend was having a loud party and he found himself having fun. That was until the police came and found alcohol in the young teenager's house. His friend was 15 at the time,not the bet friend he could make, but he made friends with everyone. And he had mistakenly had some of the punch at the party, where the juice was spiked. He was taken to the police where his mother had to bail him out.

Her new boy friend wasn't to happy about it though, he hadn't even known she was seeing someone new. He was taken back to the small apartment and shunned into his bedroom. For the next 2 years he lived with the beast and watched as the man sucked the life out of his mother's eyes. Weekly, he received glares and curses from his soon to be step father and one day he got a wiping. He had forgotten to make the man his dinner, his mother had been out of town. He apparently gave him an attitude and the man took him to his bedroom and wiped him with his belt. Jared couldn't take it anymore, he was tired, hurt, and afraid to be in his own home. He ran away, taking whatever he could fit into his school backpack.

- F a m i l y B a c k H o m e -

Just his mother

- W h a t s M a k e s Y o u D i f f e r e n t ? -

"I guess that I am kind of unpredictable? I have my moment's of complete randomness and times when I just don't act like everyone else... Does that count?"

- F e a t u r e s -

- G e n e r a l D e s c r i p t i o n -

Jared is pretty tall to begin with. He is 6 foot, but is still growing. He is pretty thin though, something he hates. He believes it makes him look wimpy and not strong. Truthfully, he is strong, but not overly strong like a football player. He doesn't work out every second of every day, usually just in the morning. His hair is usually messy, and he tends to like it that way. It is low maintenance, he thinks it looks some-what good. His eyes are a light blue with darker flecks of blue here and there. He personally feels that his eyes are his best feature, but he would never say that out loud. It makes him sound girly and self centered.

- S t y l e O f C l o t h i n g -

Mostly skater boy. He usually wears a beanie, like the one in the picture, and doesn't go over board when it comes to fashion. He could careless what he is wearing, as long as he is somewhat comfortable and can move on his own free will. On most days, it is just shorts, even more so since he is living in California, with a t-shirt and sneakers. He doesn't really pay attention to what he wears. He doesn't create an outfit based on his mood or color, on most days it is whatever he picks out of his closet.

On a more formal occasion, he hates suits. He is fine with just wearing nice pants, and a button down shirt. For prom was the only he wore a suit, and of course his older sister's wedding. But of course, the women in his life forced him to wear nice things like that (his mother and date). He wont go over board and wear a little flower, at most he will wear a nice watch. Some nice shoes, and his look is complete. He usually doesn't do anything special with his hair, but at most he will gel it back.

He doesn't wear jewelry, perhaps just a sport's watch or regular watch, but he didn't get anything pierced, so there are none of those earrings for him either. He doesn't have a lip ring, or a nose ring, or anything else. He just looks like himself.

- I m p o r t a n t F e a t u r e s -

"Not really."

- H a i r C o l o r -

Sandy brown

- E y e C o l o r -

Blue

- E x t r a -

- P e t s ? -

"Nope"

- O t h e r -

"Never take life to seriously, no one gets out alive anyway.

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--Alexandria Martina Thomas--

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- Basics -

- Gender -

Female

- A g e -

Seventeen

- N i c k N a m e -

Alex; Annie

- I n - D e p t h -

- P e r s o n a l i t y -

Alexandria is an outgoing girl. She loves a good party, adventure, anything. She is not a girly-girl. She is far from it. She is fine with dirt, mud, bugs, and anything that a girly-girl can't handle. Some people call her a tomboy, but she doesn't like being called that. She's also sporty. During her first few years of high school she played volleyball, and during her free time she stills play it.

Alexandria her cheery personality, but her mood can take a turn for the worst. Whenever she is alone, or whenever she thinks about her mother, she turns almost depressed-like. Like she's bipolar... When she's like this, she turns quiet and thinks deeply. She sometimes cries, and sometimes she just sits there staring at her wall.

- H i s t o r y -

When Alexandria was three, her mother died in a planned murder. Her father, two years later, was found guilty of planning the murder. Alexandria was then forced to live with her too-sweet Aunt and Uncle, which was way different from her alcoholic-father. She only had her sister left, the only one who really understood. Then, a year later, her sister whisked herself off to college and rarely called or visited. Alexandria became sort of depressed, and she couldn't stand her Aunt and Uncle. So, when she was fourteen, she ran away from home.

- F a m i l y B a c k H o m e -

Macie Carly Thomas- Sister
Annette Bella Garcia- Aunt
Henry George Garcia- Uncle

- W h a t s M a k e s Y o u D i f f e r e n t ? -

Alexandria doesn't seem like someone who would have run away from home. She is energetic and such. Also, she can come up with fun things to do without little to nothing.

- F e a t u r e s -

- G e n e r a l D e s c r i p t i o n -

Alexandria has chest length, blond hair that is naturally curly. No mousse, no perm. Her eyes are a charming blue color, and she has a nice smile. She's quite tan, since she spent most of her days outside when she was younger. Before she ran away. You could say she is muscular, and she is 5'10''.

- S t y l e O f C l o t h i n g -

She keep to skinny jeans, T-shirts, and old shoes. She likes to wear Vans, Converses, and even Toms. Those are actually her only pairs of shoes. Even now and then she'll wear something nice like a skirt, but that's only during certain occasions.

Also, she never takes off her mother's locket. Inside is a picture of her mother's mother [a.k.a. Alexandria's grandmother.]

- I m p o r t a n t F e a t u r e s -

Her hair. Yeah, it sounds kind of girly but people always ask her what she puts in it, and she tells them nothing.

- H a i r C o l o r -

Blond, curly chest length.

- E y e C o l o r -

A baby blue color.

- E x t r a -

- P e t s ? -

--

- O t h e r -

'Run like poison in my blood.'

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--Mikey Robert Jones--

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- Basics -

- Gender -

Male

- A g e - { 3 - 17 years}

Seventeen

- N i c k N a m e -

Just Mikey

- I n - D e p t h -

- P e r s o n a l i t y -

Go to your average high school, take a peek out on the field, and what do you see? Jocky football players? No, past that. Cool and casual soccer players? Yep, there you go. Mikey used to play soccer, and he is sort of a jock. He easily jokes with people, especially girls. He doesn't go too far with the flirting, jut the simple compliments and winks. He's also sarcastic. Almost everything he says is sarcastic, so be on edge when you talk to him. And, he can also come up with good comebacks [which are sarcastic.]

- H i s t o r y -

You could say that Mikey had a normal childhood. His family moved around a lot, so he's used to going on place for a few months then going away the next day. For all of his life, he's had one dog. She was a Boston Terrier named Marti [Mar-Tea]. Mikey's parents had her just a month or two before he was born, and the two bonded like you wouldn't believe. Whenever the Jones moved, Marti was there with them. At the age of fifteen, Marti's age began to catch up with her. She began to limp, sometimes randomly falling because her legs gave out. So, she was taken to the doctor. She wasn't sick, she had no problems. She was a healthy dog! But Mikey's parents didn't want her to be in pain anymore. After a move, Mikey's parents took Marti to the vet. To get her put down. Mikey was literally heartbroken. Take your worse breakup, and multiply it by ten. That was how Mikey felt. Marti was always there for him, in good times and bad. And now... She's gone. He is still sensitive over it, and it kills him a little bit inside when he sees a dog like her. He didn't to get away for a while, so he ran away from home when he was fifteen.

- F a m i l y B a c k H o m e -

Charles Lee Jones- Father
Helen Martha Jones- Mother

- W h a t s M a k e s Y o u D i f f e r e n t ? -

He doesn't let the challenges of being away from his family get to him... much. He thinks on the plus side, and if someone is down he tries to pick them back up again.

- F e a t u r e s -

- G e n e r a l D e s c r i p t i o n -

Mikey has kind of longish hair, and it 'styles' it to the side. He stands at 6'3'' and has a muscular body even though he used to play soccer. He is also tan, and he has deep brown eyes.

- S t y l e O f C l o t h i n g -

He usually wears jeans, his old Red Converses, and jsut a regular T-Shirt. Aeropsotale, Abercombie & Fitch. The usual places where T-shirts are sold. He also wears his purple jacket. Because he can.

- I m p o r t a n t F e a t u r e s -

He's known for his purple hoodie and his 'flippy hair'. He's had his hair like that for years, and he's pretty much always found wearing his jacket.

- H a i r C o l o r -

Brown

- E y e C o l o r -

A deep brown

- E x t r a -

- P e t s ? -

--

- O t h e r -

'Run like poison in my blood'.
And please don't steal his history. I had a dog named Marti, and every timed I moved she was there with me. I mean, except for the running away part...

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- H a y d e n & S p e n c e r -

- Hayden coughed, not bothering to cover it with her arm. She stared angrily at the wooden support, kicking it out of her way. She stepped forward, eyes looking at the fence now blocking her way. She pried her fingers between the faded, white planks, and pulled, attempting to break off the fence pieces. As a nail gave way, she smiled to herself.

Spencer, Hayden's four year old brother, watched from the shadows of the alley way. In his arms: Oddball. By his side: Champ. Oddball let out a small mew, though it was muffled from the clatter of the last wooden plank falling to the concrete floor. Champ jumped slightly at the sudden noise, though he stayed next to the young boy.

Hayden let out a ragged breath, wiping her filthy hands on her faded jeans. She stepped aside so her brother could see she was finished. Where there once was a huge pile of mattresses, boxes, and random wooden planks, leaned against a weak fence, now lay a neat pile of the stuff against the alley wall, a hole in the fence.

Hayden bent over and grabbed her bacpack. Then, she walked over to Spencer and lifted him up onto her hip. He clentched Oddball tighter to him, his blue eyes searching his big sister's face for a sign of good news. Champ gave a quick bark, agnowledging he was still present, and scrambled through the fence's hole. Hayden bent over, walking through as well.

" Spenc, its much easier if Oddball was in my backpack." she suggested, glancing down at the blue siamese cat. The cat was too busy watching ahead of them to notice.

Spencer hugged the kitten much tighter to his chest. " But he dont like it there sissy. Too cramped."

Hayden frowned, forcing herself to stay calm. " Yes but, how will we ever find shelter if we have to worry about him wandering off?" She said, her sapphire blue eyes hinting the kitten's previous antic. He had chased a bird out into the street, practically killing himself. " We dont want him hurt kiddo."

Spencer pursed his lips, then nodded. He reluctantly handed Hayden the kitten, which she set gently into her backpack. She closed it, though not completly. She didnt want to sufficate the poor animal. Champ, the red merel border collie, as faithful to Hayden as always, let out a warning bark as they neared just what they had tried so hard to avoid: Child Support.

The man stared at the pair of children, turning to look over his shoulder. " Guys! I found them!" he hollered, though when he turned back around, Hayden and her group had already vanished.

- K o d y -

- Kody snorted, a smile printed onto his smooth face. He twirled the stolen wallet in his hand, grinning at Beevis. " Nice pick on the victim Beev. Who knew he had $200 in his wallet?" He laughed, and the brindle english mastiff thumped his whip of a tail on the concrete floor.

During the time Kody had planned running away, he would never have guessed stealing would have been his resort. He also didnt suspect that the money he had saved up lon ago would have run out so quickly. He also never presumed that taking along his two buddies, Beevis and Butthead, would have taken away a large amount of the cash. Due to the dogs being of a profound size, it took alot to feed them.

Beevis and Butthead were Kody's two english mastiffs. Both brothers, Kody had taken the twins along with him in running away. Unfortunatly, Butthead had gotten hit by a car, and passed. The impact had been so strong, he died instantly. Felt no pain, which was sort of good. Butthead was named, out of love, certainly not because he was a butthead. Actually, of the two dogs Beevis had been the butthead. But, the twins seemed to go together like Bonnie and Clyde, and since they were both boys, naming them Bonnie and Clyde was out of the question. So, Beevis and Butthead fit.

Kody lifted his hand and rested it on the broad head of Beevis. " your good to me, you know that?" he asked with the corner of his mouth sliding up into a grin. " You've done me well, not leaving me like Butthead. You've helped keep me alive, spirit and all." He said. Usually saying this would bring tears to his eyes, but he was finished crying. He had no more tears left to cry.

Beevis opened his mouth into a pant, a puddle of drool forming under him. Kody laughed, pulling his legs closer to him. " Eww. Dude, stop making it rain." he complained, trying to hide his smile. He felt weird talking to a dog, but oh well.

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--Alexandria--

Alexandria was skipping down the sidewalk, trying to remember where her latest home was. She was always moving around. Stay here for a few days, and go there for another. Never in the same spot for too long. Why? Because she didn't want to be seen in one spot for too long. Since she was under eighteen, she could still qualify for a child center, something that she did not want.

As she walked down down the busy sidewalk, she stopped in front of a pet store. "Awwww..." She said to herself, pressing herself against the glass like a little child would. There were little puppies running around, being adorable like they always were. She looked past the puppies, and saw other animals for sale. Kittens, birds, fish, reptiles. She wanted some sort of pet, someone to keep her company, but the prices just weren't right. Sure, she had around a hundred left, but she wanted to safe it for emergencies. She sighed and shook her head. No, she wouldn't get a pet now.

Turning, she went to walk down the street again. she shoved her hands into the pockets of her worn-down leather jacket, one of her things that she had kept. She made sure her also-worn-down brown purse was by her side. Hey, you never know when your own kind will turn against you!

She paused on a street corner, tapping her china and rocking on her heels as she trued to remember where her alley was. Boy did she move around too much... She shrugged and turned on the corner before giving up. She turned into an alley she thought was correct, but she didn't venture too far in. She leaned against the wall, and she dug around in the pocket of her faded jeans before pulling out a 3 Musketeers candy bar.

That little kid had a good choice in candy. She thought, a smirk playing on her lips as she tore the wrapper and bit into the sweetness.

--Mikey--

Mikey was wandering around in the park, something that he loved to do when he was bored. Which was quite often actually. Today he was walking through the west part of the park, which had the lake, dining hall for events, and one of the few fountains. This was probably his favorite part of the park, since it was calm and such.

He sat down on the edge of the fountain, his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together. He slowly looked around the park, taking in the few number of people that were there. There was usually more people here, but today there was so few. He shrugged, since the amount of people at the park didn't concern him.

He pulled on the collar of his jacket a bit when the wind began to pick up, and he decided that he needed to move around to warm up. He stood up again, moving his soccer ball a few feet away from the fountain. He began to to slowly move the ball back and forth, then began to go into tricks and such. He placed the ball on his foot, then jerked his foot up.

Mikey continued to do this a few times, just tossing the ball up and down a few times. Then he moved onto bouncing the ball. He picked up the ball, dropping it but having the ball bounce on his knee. After that he moved the ball from knee to knee. He smiled a bit as he continued to do so.

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- H a y d e n & S p e n c e r -

- Hayden clentched Spencer to her chest, sprinting back through the hole she had made in the fence. Champ raced on ahead, almost scouting to see if the Child Support members would try to corner them. Her blonde curls bounced off her back, blue eyes looking for anything to hide them.

She heard a faint mew from behind her. Whirling around, she saw that Oddball had fallen from her bag. " Oddy!" Spencer wailed, arms stretched towards the kitten. The kitten wouldnt move, though it tried. Its back leg dragged the ground. Hayden moaned. Just what she needed at a time like this.

She ran over, grabbing the blue kitten by its scruff. She continued her run, racing from the alley. " Champ!" she called, looking for her border collie. He was no where in sight. Hayden felt like giving up. How much longer could she do this? She looked over her shoulder, seeing the mass of Child Support members scrambling after her. Almost on cue, she heard the familar bark. She raced towards it, holding onto the kitten and the four year old tighter so they wouldnt fall from her grasp.

She shoved her way through the crowd, and followed the red merel border collie into another alley way. It seemed like a maze, and the group found dead end after dead end. Finally, Champ lead them to an old, abandoned cafe. Champ pawed at the door, and Hayden grabbed the handle, though it wouldnt budge. Her eyes clouded with worry as she set down Spencer and Oddball.

With a running start, she continued to ram into the door, the crashes echoing throughout the maze of alleyways. As Spencer heard faint shouts, he stared at his sister, eyes watering. " Sissy..." he started, clearly scared. He didnt want to go back home, ever.

Then, Hayden kicked open the door, though only a small hole. She shoved Oddball and Champ inside, dragging Spencer in with her. She didnt bother to check what was inside. There was no time for that. They meerly huddled together, wtaching as the shadows of humans passed the door.

- K o d y -

- Kody stuffed the stolen wallet into his back pocket, rising to his feet. He slung his tattered and torn backpack over his head, grabbing the handles of his, yes, stolen BMX bike. He sat down onto the seat, and Beevis struggled to his feet, his massive weight slowing him down.

The brindle english mastiff shook out his thin fur, tongue dangling out the side of his mouth. " Ready to go pal?" Kody asked, and his responce was a wag of his tail. Kody pedeled away, riding across the busy street. He dodged small cars, getting long horn honks from angry adults on their way to work. Beevis raced alongside him, clearly loving the excerise.

Kody had stolen the bike in an easy, quick way. He had pried on a ten year old, waiting for him to accidently leave his bike outside. Once he had, Kody had snatched the bike. He hadnt once though of how the child had felt. in his mind, he was giving the kid a lesson.

Take, or be taken. That was the rule of the streets. You HAD to be greedy, or you dont make it. Thats how it was, and that was how it was always going to be.