I'm fifteen. Well, almost. No, I am fifteen, but emotionally I'm a bit older. Course, don't all fifteen yearolds say that? "Emotionally I am 130..." "So, emotionally you're quite dead?" Yes, exactly. I don't think it works that way, though.

Sitting in the right rear bucket seat in this minivan, that is driving quite slowly down the highway. Don't ask me why it's going slow, I've got my earphones on. David Bowie is keeping me company, in his own little way. My parents are in the front seat, my mom is looking back and forth worridly, looking behind her.

Pulling my earphones down behind my head, I turn and look out the rear window. Sirens blaring and lights flashing. Lots of lights, blue and red. Those kind of lights, yes. They're coming at us, rather quickly. Well, not for us, they're chasing a car. Of course, the car is coming at us, too.

Now comes the moment where I first describe this girl I saw driving the car. Yes, you can definately see it coming, considdering the entire story is based around this girl. So, just sit back and enjoy my desperate attempt and visualizing my vision into words.

The car pulled up, looking like it slowed down, along our right side. I turn around quickly and look at who is driving. It's just a girl, a young girl at that. She looks to be twelve or thirteen. Very odd, I think. She turns and looks at me for a second, her very short cropped dark red hair settling back into place.

I'm rather caught off guard, and just stare at her. She speeds off soon after. I don't know what's going through my head at this moment, it's all rather surreal. It's all rather unrealistic, if you ask me, but life is like that sometimes. I yell at my mother to stop the van, and I hop out. Nearly ran over by a police car.

Luckily, the cop car that nearly ran me over just happened to come screeching to a halt about five feet away from me. Other cop cars swerved around him quickly, narrowly avoiding an entire office pileup. I run over to the car and look in the driver side window and say, "Hey"

Perhaps I should have looked in the window first before saying a greeting, because what stared at me back was a very angry looking, and large, man. A very large, and very angry, man. In a uniform, always a uniform. He eyes me, and I make a desperate attempt to gather my thoughts into one collective mass, and it's not going well at all.

"Uhm, I... Er, I mean... W-Who are you chasing?" I manage to stutter out, with what could be my death staring at me in the face.

"Some crazy girl" he replies, in a rather nice voice. If I do say so myself.

"Well, alright..." My thoughts drift off again, "Oh, er, now that I threw myself out of my car like this, can I hop in the back?"

What the hell was I thinking?

He groans slightly and mutters an affirmative, and unlocks the rear doors. I jump in enthusiastically and he drives off, following the other cop car lights. We're a good foot ball field away but we catch up quickly.