My shack will be the obvious place people look for me and I know I can't go there. Too many people now know that is my property because of the Slums revitalization program. Instead I think about the area around my shack and smile. There is a large tree house we can run to and hide out in until night fall. It is close to Ron and Liz's house so when night comes, we can rush there and call my Grandparents for help.
I make sure not to tell anyone where we are going, not wanting anyone to hear and ambush us. I am even more careful when rounding corners, me or one of the Violet Guards checking to see if the coast is clear. Of course they try to keep me from checking, wanting to keep me out of harms way, but I remind them that I know the back roads better than them and they relent when I tak
