What have you ever done? Are you a hero to someone else? Did you save a persons life? Or are you just another mindless number along with the rest of the realistic crowd?

I can't really badger on about doing something with your life, because I haven't done anything spectacular. Aside from respiring for a long and unpredictable 18 years. Because if I did, i'd be a hypocrite. These semi-deep thoughts haven't been plaguing my life, as I search to stand out from everybody and make meaning of my life. That'd be lying, and lying is bad. So i'll tell you honestly, i'm only thinking about this inspirational bullshit beacuase i've exhausted every other possible distraction from the situation I currently am in. And what situation is that?

I'm currently sitting somewhere in a cold dark alleyway, in the drizzling rain handcuffed to a street lamp. I'd feel more comfortable in this predicament, if the lamppost I was strapped to was not FLICKERING. Either turn off, or turn on. This damn inanimate object was ruder than the culprets who strapped me to the bloody thing! Speaking of those rude men dressed in suits, who the hell do they think they are?! Those insensitive jerks should know that Doctor Who's on tonight, and there ain't no way I can get lost in the amazing story line, and dreamy looks of David Tennant if i'm stuck on my booty withou use of my hands in the middle of no where!

GAH.

I should probably prioritize my situation, worrying over Doctor Who does seem to be slightly less of an issue than actually detaching myself from this pole. The rain was picking up a little, and I swear i'm hearing little rats scurry around the alley way. And I know they're just working up the courage to come and devour me. I can see it in their little beady eyes, everytime the light flickers on. I pulled uselessly at the metalic chains, that currently rendered me useless. My legs were free, but I don't have any secret pocket knives hidden in my shoe that I could reach down and get. In fact I don't even have a bobby pin in my hair to uselessly play at the lock with. Sigh. It's so hard being me.

I sniggered aloud at the thought, it wasn't actually. Wake up, eat food, go to school, 'listen' to teachers, eat more food, go home, computer, more food consumption, and lastly glorious sleep. I lived a nice, comfortable, stereotypical, average teenage girl life. Which I would be enjoying right now, if it weren't for paranoid men in suits. So whats plain old me doing here, strapped to a lamp post of all things?

No, I don't have super secret powers. No, i'm not a wanted thief or a criminal or anything remotely cool. Yes, I am just a slightly chubby girl with an odd personality.

And this unlucky chubby gurl with an odd personality happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Let me fill you in;

It all started with a radioactive spider bite...

Just kidding... See what I mean an 'odd' personality? It actually is probably the most boring flash back ever;

It was just another boring day, slightly raining. The sun being cowardly and hiding behind the dreary clouds. Nothing new. My footsteps echoed down the street, it was about 4:30 in the afternoon and I was walking back from the bakery. Chowing down on some heavenly freshly baked bread given to me straight from the godly oven of Pete's Bakery. It was amazing. A-MAH-ZHANG! I heard some talking coming from this alleyway not to far away, I wasn't listening into their conversation, but something struck me odd as two rather intimidating men talked in hush tones in a dark alley way. It just didn't add up. So being the nosy person I am, I slowly veered my course to be slightly more in their direction. I still couldn't hear much, just some snippets spoken harshly and seriously.

"We can't...Jake...Needs...Dead" That's all I got from one guy, all rather confusing. Nothing made sense, who was Jake? And what can't they do? And dead? I hope they're not murderers.

"I know! Jake...Complications...Boss...Wants him dead too." The other guy gave me more clues, his words slightly louder than Strange Man Number 1. Wait a minute,

Who wants who dead? What kind of complications? What's for dinner? Millions of questions swarmed my mind, some relivant... others not so much.

"OI WOMAN!" Came a louder voice, breaking me from my thoughts. I looked over curiously at the two men, wondering who this woman was, only to find them looking directly at me. I tried playing it cool, looking over my shoulder pretending I wasn't staring at them, rather at the beautifully designed grafitti on the wall. -mental snort- It was a bunch of scribbles, spelling something like 'west side hard'.

"STOP!" Came the voice of the second strange men. By now I had narrowed down the fact that I was the only other person in sight aside from them. Maybe they were on the phone, and having a nasty break up with a woman. Sounds plausible. I continued my walking and ate some more of my heavenly loaf. Mhmmm, delish! A large meaty hand tapped me on the shoulder. Rudely may I add. I turned to see, the scarred face of Strange Man Number 1 who didn't look delighted to see me. In fact, he threw my bread to the ground. It made a sad splash as it sank into a puddle of rain and dirt, I held in a sob.

"What was that for?!" I asked, rather confused. Who goes around slapping bread into puddles? That was plain weird. The man reached out and dragged me roughly into the alleyway him and his chum were speaking in. They weren't going to rape me right? Personally, i'd choose someone prettier to rape and less chubby. Not that i'd rape people. Rape is bad too.

I realised i'd be so zoned out, I barely registered what was happening before I crashed into a wall.

"Uh, what?" I mumbled out, from my spot on the floor. Walls were hard, solid objects. And physics remained triumphant as I crashed onto the cold damp floor.

"What did you hear?" The voice demanded from me, picking me up roughly and pushing me against the wall. I winced, what were these guys smoking?

"Woman. Answer me." It pushed again, his hands leaving bruises on my upper arms. What happened to chivalry?

"I heard nothing?" I spoke, my voice trembling. I was only human, I was allowed to be scared of two large scary possible murder-rapists who were manhandling me in an alleyway.

"Nothing? You sure?" He scrutinized my expression. His hot breath on my face as his eyes searched mine for honesty. I gave him a sheepish grin and nodded. Doing my best not to wet myself then and there. He dropped me again, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Hoping they'd leave me alone. I heard the clang of metal, and next I knew I was attached to a pole with handcuffs. Sigh, men.

"Speak a word, and you're dead." His voice turned cold and dark, venom slipping through its tone. I was literally shivering from fear, cowering against this pole hoping it would fight for me and save me from these men. They then promptly left, talking as If I was forgotten.

"Nevermind that woman. We need to eliminate Jake Farrow before he can talk." It was obviously not meant for my ears, but I heard it anyways. It was scary. Like go-home-crying-to-your-mother scary. It began to rain again, hours passed and the men never returned. As the time slipped away, I began to feel less scared and more myself again. I smiled, I was still alive! Being strapped to a pole isn't the worst thing to happen, I could have to be spending this afternoon with my little brother. This poles nice company.