“Dylan broke my heart tonight!” I cried in my sister’s arms. Step one complete I thought because she totally bought it. I should tell you my pla.... I broke up with Dylan because I think I’m either bi-sexual or lesbian and I fell in love with someone else… my own sister Chloe.A little while back, I was let out of school early and came home and I walked upstairs to my room. Before I opened the door, I heard moaning coming from our room. It sounded like my sister and she was saying something. I. They arrived at the game and Mark told her she could ride back with him if she wanted. She agreed and went to watch the game with her friends. Her friends asked her if Mark made a pass at her and other teenage girl talk. She said "no way" but a thought entered her head which made her think what would she do if he did. He looked at her often during school and for some reason she amazed him. The game ended and she and Mark took off for home. He was thirsty and stopped at a convenience store. He. The Nice, Safe Guy.So, anyhow, I walked in the door around three, a full three hours earlier than usual, and I was completely unsurprised to neither see nor hear my lone offspring in the living room or kitchen or dining room. After all, it was a gorgeous (if overheated) school day in May, and Jan might be at cheerleading practice - co-captain of the junior varsity - exploring the video store or simply hanging out with some friends at the Burger King or - more likely - Veterans' Memorial Park. I. As the thugs jumped at him, he pushed me away with his one hand and with the other, he took the weapon in his hand as he rolled away.-hameeda, run!-I ran away. He handles 4 guys with no weapon. 3 guys with a weapon in his hand can be no big deal.I ran, hid behind a corner and waited. I heard some slamming sounds and guys moaning in pain or something. I did not try to look. After a while, imad came around and called me.-hah…that made me tired. Come and look around if you like-I looked at where.