"Honey, get up. It's already 7:50 and I thought you were biking to school today." I looked at my dad through half opened eyes. "I'll see you downstairs in 10 minutes, got it?"
"Can't you drive me to school today? I mean really, we just moved to New York City. Do you know how busy and dangerous this place is? I could get mugged or kidnapped on my first day here!" I stared at him pleadingly. I quickly added in, "Plus, my bike will make me even more vunerable. Plus, it's so crowded on the streets, I'll be an easy target."
"Oh yes, a 16 year old out on the streets is very vunarable. So maybe if you just walked and moved within the crowds these people you're talking about wouldn't notice you. You know, at your age your brother walked to school everyday. Rain or shine, and he had to walk one and half miles to get there." Dad closed the door and left the room. I scowled, most kids were driven on their first day at a new school. But I guess I'm used to it. I got up slowly and began to dress myself in the new outfit I bought myself with dad's money on Saturday.
When I got downstairs I saw a muffin, bacon and eggs, a glass of lemonade, and a note laying on the kitchen counter. I picked up the muffin and began to eat quickly.
Dear Claire,
I had to run, my class starts in 20 minutes. Good luck on your first day of school, and I'm sure you won't get mugged,kidnapped,or anything else.
Love you,
Dad
I put down the note and shoveled bagon and eggs into my mouth. I grabbed my backpack and began to lock the door when I heard a voice.
"You're new here aren't you?" I turned around to find a 50-year old man staring at me, he was holding a crow bar.
"Why do you need a crowbar?" I asked him shakily, I was never one to be scared easily.
"Because you're dad called to say that your toilet needed some fixing."
"I don't see a truck behind you, or anything else besides that crowbar. And why aren't you wearing one of those uniforms?" I put my hands on my hips and glared at him. My dad always said I had a great insticnt of staying away from people I didn't like, like a dog.
"Don't need no truck. It's just a crowbar, and if I'm a one man company I won't be needing no uniform, isn't that right girl?" He seemed to growl at the last part.
"I don't seem to remember my dad saying something about the toilet. We just moved here, and I just brushed my teeth and the toilet seemed fine to me. We don't need you, so you can leave." I was about to runoff when the strange man grabbed my shoulder.
"You need to be careful, otherwise something bad could happen. Something real bad could happen." The man grinned evilly.
"Let go of me!" I kicked him in the shin, and punched him in his stomach for a good measure. Then grabbed his crowbar and began hitting his bald head. "You creeper! DOn't you ever dare to threaten me again!" I threw the crowbar into the bushes, for some reason the man hadn't began to bleed, then he got up and began to run at me. I ducked when he jumped and his head hit the cement. He got up and dusted himself up. I bent down and was about to jump at me like some panther when I jumped over him and hit the ground running.
"Get back gere squirt!" I hear him well. I looked over my shoulder and saw him chasing me. I weave my way through the crowd, suprised that no one had notice the comotion going on. Guess it happened a lot in NYC. Finally I stopped for a second by a hot dog stand. I looked behind me and saw I had lost the man, I also saw that my school was right in front of me. I calmly walked towards the door and walked into school. I was 10 minutes early, the halls were deserted except for a few early birds.
"Who was that man chasing you?" A girl with straight black hair walked up to me. My hand flew to my curly brown-red hair sub-conciously. I quickly realized that my pony tail was about to come undone and redid it.
"I have no idea, some creeper. He had a crowbar." I shrugged and was about to walk off when I heard her say.
"Yeah, well that creeper was my old dad." Under her breath.

