OSIRIS
  	 I walked slowly, my purple and black hi-top sneakers squeaking as I paced past where he was last seen, I was last seen, gun in his hand standing over a man on the ground.
         Subconsciously I felt for my switch and I heard the familiar CHUK-CHIK and then cold metal against my neck. I froze and a face appeared. I hit it and ran, feet thudding against the pavement, glow-in-the-dark pink hair whipping across my face, adrenaline coursing through my body.
         I jumped and grabbed the windowsill. I pulled myself into the house ran across the room and jumped out. Not down but up. Grabbed the fire escape and clambered up it, silently. I was on the roof, cornered, or was I?
         I jumped off the side and spun back and grabbed the edge; gently I let go and fell. I hit the awning and slid down to the ground. Quietly a cruiser pulled up-the cops unloaded from the car and pounded down the alley. A few minutes later a brand new Pagani Zanda R came ripping out of the alley, gunfire trailing behind him. Two bullets came out of the driver’s side window and buried themselves in the wall next to my head. A piece of brick splintered off the wall and embedded in my arm. I screamed and crumpled to the ground.
        A bright light awakened me and the sharp harsh air of the hospital rushed in and stung my throat. 
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       I’m shay Curtis, 16 and I have a strange life, very strange life. I’ve been treated as an outcast, a shade forever... My parents abandoned me as a child in the middle of nowhere. I’m very small but everybody seems to stay away from me; when I come in and everybody leaves the room it’s normal for me, no one wants to hang around when I come. I had no memory when people found me; I was around six years old. So I grew up like this, always running from people. When I was little it was the Child Protective Services, and now it is rich boys who want to jump someone for fun.
         I only have a few friends all of which are treated like I am. There’s Ajax with lime-green hair and eyes almost the same color, and Eliza who has long gorgeous blue hair and the tips are black, with blazing yellow eyes and I have all black eyes and pink wispy hair.
        The doctor came in interrupting my thoughts as he sat down on the end of the frustratingly clean white starched bed and broke the news to me. I would never be able to do anything that required a lot of strength... I was determined to prove him wrong. He looked at my face as I stared at him angrily and I could see him wondering if my black eyes were natural. They are.
          
        The next morning the idiotic doctors let me walk around but they made me use a walker. ”It’s my shoulder that’s messed up! Not my legs! You stupid imbeciles!” I wanted to yell at them so badly. 
        After a long walk around the hospital I was finally about to get some peace, but then of course they made me go to physical therapy. I put my hand to my shoulder and felt the stitches around my shoulder. I had a doctor show me how it looked; it was bright red and the black stitches criss-crossed around my shoulder and upper arm. A stab of pain made me jolt my hand away from the wound and I walked into the physical therapy room. The machines whirred maliciously as though they would enjoy the pain they would cause me in the next hour. I walked over and grabbed the 10-pound weight and started swinging it slowly back and forth in front of me. My shoulder was sending lances of pain through my body. They changed me to a different machine, one that had me pull a rope through a pulley and down between my legs, extremely painful.
         Three weeks later I was discharged from the hospital with my arm in a sling. I would be fine but this arm would be almost completely useless. 
        My phone in my pocket buzzed and started playing Scrillex. It was Eliza calling me, and I pulled out my phone and answered.
        “Hello?” Eliza said. 
        “Hey Liza, what’s up?”
        “We’re all in the park, waiting and worrying about you. It’s the one on Olympus Street”
        “‘Kay thanks I’ll be over there in a sec.”
        “Bye,” she said as she hung up.
        I turned around and saw the powder blue Mustang slowly coming around the corner the driver watching me and staring at me trying to intimidate me. I stared back right into his eyes, smirking all the while. They stopped, the driver turned around and said something to the other people in the car, and then they started coming again but more slowly, cautiously, as if they were afraid of me. The driver swerved off the road to block me from running anywhere, while they unloaded from the car. I texted Eliza “I got some trouble I’ll need your help...”
        Four on one, not very good in my favor, though I have others coming but I don’t know in how long they will get here. 
        “Hello, losers! What do you want now?”
        “What the f***? Um, look around; do you see any of your little ghetto friends now? Huh? Do ya?”
        “Actually I do, and so you’re wrong I’m sorry but get back in the car, or we will make you.” he didn’t get in the car. I jumped up and put my foot on the hood and flipped over and onto him, he fell down and I threw him into the car. He passed out as his head hit the steering wheel. they all turned on me and attacked. I was knocked out as a chain hit my head; I fell to the to ground as everything went black. 
        Then I woke up just a few moments later, I knew because my friends were still brawling with the rich boys one of them was unconscious; it was the one I had thrown back into the car.
        I got up and swung my fist into one of their faces.
        “S***!”
        He pulled out a chain and whipped it at my head; I ducked but could feel the breeze from the chain. Suddenly he came flying at me with an enraged Eliza on his back pounding his head against the concrete until he didn’t get up I saw another guy charging at Eliza while she was beating the guy who tried to kill me I jumped over them and did a roundhouse kick straight to his head. He spun sideways and swung his fist at me. I sidestepped and he charged and tripped over Eliza’s foot, landing on his face. We picked him up and put him in the car along with the other one Eliza knocked out. The keys were still in the ignition, so we turned off the car so they could actually get out of here.

       We walked to our house, not really ours but it’s kind of where everybody lives together in three run-down houses right next to each other Eliza is the only girl so she gets her own room but the rest of us sleep three to a room.

		We sat in my and Ajax’s room and talked as we bandaged ourselves. We all had at least one cut or scrape Ajax had a giant cut from a switchblade going down the side of his face giving him a fearsome look, not that he didn’t look fearsome normally. He’s six feet tall, and incredibly strong, most people avoid him.

       I fell asleep right as Eliza left the room, “Oh” I moaned, “sleep feels so good.”
       Little did I know what excitement tomorrow would hold.
	
Osiris, 6-8,p.1