s**t. I overdid it just now. How come I lost it just by seeing her with another guy? But that guy doesn't even show up to school half the time and, moreover, he's a delinquent. Who knows what he would do to her.
My feet started to give in, and my breath became heavier. I stopped at a gaming house, asking the person at the front door if he had seen a girl matching her descriptions. I was shrugged at by every person I sought for help. Of course, no one is going to notice one specific teenage girl on a Friday night. It is the time all teenagers are out drinking. What do I do? I looked from right to left at a crossroad and kept running, no matter how out of breath I was. If I were her, where would I go?
That's when it hit me. When she feels troubled, she hides in small, tight places. Or at
