Well this is just great. I was seen. I tried to run as Anthony Ramos started to go back inside, but he saw. Now I am running faster than I ever have before. Where to, I don't know, just anywhere to get away. A sharp, shooting pain runs up my ankle, but I don't care. He's still running after me, saying something that I can't make out. The only sound that I hear, is my labored breathing and my heart, thundering against my ribcage.

     If I don't stop soon on my own, I'm going to drop. At this point, I don't care. If he asks me anything, what do I do then? Do I tell him the truth, and risk my freedom from being like Annie (from the musical, obviously), or stall and come up with a lie? I guess I'll find out when it happens, because I just need to take weight off of my ankle at the sky blue park bench 3 feet to my right.