Oh? What? You thought I was going to talk about some gang mugging me? No. Robbing? No. ? No. Sneaking on board of a cruise ship like a ninja to steal a microchip? No. Running away from cops? No. Running away? YES. DINGDINGDING.

Buuuutt--Before you lose interest in this utter piece of crap nonsense, this blog DOES sort of, kind of, just somehow a little bit relate. Or a lot, depending on how you look at the situation. It definitely sort of, kind of, SOMEHOW relates to gangs. Gangsters. Secret Agents. Whatever.

Now this is another story about me and my 'awesome' neighborhood friends. Yes, the ones with the Lanika shnit or...something.

Characters: ME! Christine (the best friend), Maggie (the monkey long legs best friend), Kenny (the football buddy), Haroon (the other football buddy), in the Asian gang with special guest, David. No, he's not Asian...but...okaayyy, whateverrr...

This all started when I went outside, like we all do every day to run around and be crazy.

Maybe I should talk about yesterday first...

Fine, alright, here we go...

I was out again, just like every day, with my buddies. It was fun just throwing the football around, and then my cousin Jane, her friend Sarah and Samuel came along. It was still ordinary, though they were seventh and eighths while us...we were the underlings of sixth. We played some football, and the juniors and seniors left. That's when cops and robbers started...

Yes, yes, running around just like you should have suspected.

Maggie was caught first, even though she had like, three lives. I caught all her lives, and she became cop. That leaves Christine and Kenny to go. Here, you will learn about Gina, my sports buddy whom I should go back up and add to the characters but is too lazy to.

Haroon, me, and Maggie went after Kenny while Gina stood guard in case he tried to escape through The Hole.

It was impossible though, because somehow, Kenny went around the back (which was restricted) and escaped without us seeing. It was only a long time after, Haroon ran up the stairs after Kenny, and me and Maggie ditched and went the other way around did we find Kenny. We hear his high, pitchy, squeaky voice, and I was cautious. He was at the Hole.

I told Maggie to join with Gina and block him while I sneaked around again, catching him from behind.

Except he called time out -___-

After that, Haroon came back and we tried to start another game when Christine's toe numbed out, and we had to carry her back, thus ditching the guys when they thought we would go after them.

I blame Christine too, because since she's my bestie, I kicked a pole and hurt my toe to make it even...

Yeh, I get it, I'm an idiot.

But you can't blame me! Now the real story of today starts.

It was the usual throwing football, Kenny cursing, Christine missing throws, me yelling at Kenny to stop cursing, Haroon appearing out of nowhere, Christine being sneaky, Gina can't come, me too lazy to jump for the football, Maggie comes late, I get hit, random fourth grade boy Jayden comes day. That was when a car raced down the street.

"AMESH!" Kenny had screamed, running after the car.

Just so you know, Amesh is a funny little kid with a faint mustache that we always chase around for fun. He's quite tiny, so we'e taken to calling him Shrimpo. Actually, there's a Juston Lee who we call Midget, and Shana, my friend, who is now TeenyTiny. She's the shortest person in the entire school. No kidding.

Well, the news of the Shrimp at our neighborhood shocked us, so we ran after Kenny.

But it turns out to be David Silverglad.

I think...his eyes...are silver...

ANYWAYS. We started football again with him, even though we had originally planned another round of cops and robbers WITHOUT Kenny cheating. That's the moment. The football landed under the car, but rolled out again. Kenny, who was getting the football, somehow ended up jumping on that car, whose owner was right across the street. It was freaky, to say the least. He started apologizing. Haroon explained that Kenny had done it lot's of other times, so he either runs, or apologizes.

Even after, the owner couple was staring at us. It got so creepy that we almost called the cops. The man went in first, then the woman and the man went out again. With a book and (most likely, possibly) a pen. We assumed that he was writing us down. We noticed, and Kenny started clenching his teeth, "I have to go home." he said. "Your home is right there." I said.

"No, it isn't." he slowly tilted his head menacingly. His house, was in fact, right there. Right next to him. But I got it.

"Yeah, it's right there." Haroon argued.

"It's literally RIGHT. THERE." David added.

"Yo, shut up!" Kenny growled, he started whispering to them, which would make the situation suspicious, but he had to because the guys were being idiots. "I nodded at him and said loudly, "Isn't your house at 66th?"

"Yeah, it is." he replied.

When, in fact, we all lived at either 69th or 70th. This was our neighborhood, but this was safety.

Maggie, Christine, and I sat together and devised a plan. Christine was to go from the top, me through the middle in the narrow passageway of the block, and Maggie was to run all the way down and up and meet up at 67th. We had to make it seem like we were going home. On the way, I slapped the guys and told them the plan quietly, "Meet at 67th."

They yelled after me, calling my name. I'm guessing they took a long time to register it, because I had to run the whole way and wave my hands wildly, out of sight from the woman and the man, who were still staring, to get them to come.

That's our ninja moment. We snuck around, tradding numbers since Kenny got his jacked and Christine dropped her in the water ("Bowl!" she would scream at me, "I was clear on that, it was my dog's water bowl!").

Well, the time came and some of us had to leave.

But of course, being the awesome friends we are, we helped each other and devised a plan to get everyone home without being seen 'till the end. We won't leave anyone behind.

I think I'm being too dramatic in a "touching story" because I lost my ninja, secret agent, gangster touch here.

The couple, though, must have thought we were a gang. They were giving us strange looks that said "I know you're gangsters, stay away from my car, or I'll sue. Or get the police."

That's...about it. I'm sorry for wasting about 5-10 minutes of your life.

--Idiot Writer.