Suddenly getting dizzy, I stop dead in my tracks.

"Hey, you ok?" Alex asks me.

"Yeah, I'm..." I can't finish the sentence before it all goes black. I wake up to a panicking Alex and a dude with dark hair and hazel eyes. Alex is stammering through what happened and the other guy is checking my pulse.

"What happened?" I ask, startling both of them.

"You got pale and then you went down." The new kid states. "No warning whatsoever. Alex thought you were dying." He says, short and to the point, almost glaring at me. I don't understand this kid. He's definitely giving me 90's rock vibes though, which matches with Alex's bizarre story about dying in '95.

"Who are you?" I ask, trying to get a feel for him. He's clearly friends with Alex which might make him friends with Julie too. He could use an attitude check tho, this man has a hardcore problem with people apparently because he hasn't even cracked a smile yet.

"Luke. Come on, Julie's waiting for you." He and Alex help lift me to my feet, but I do notice the extra care one of them took in making a makeshift sling out of what looks like an old t-shirt. Noticing Luke's wearing a vest type thing with no shirt, I can assume where it came from. However, I'm not complaining. The pressure is off of it, making it easier to handle. We continue walking, turning onto a residential street.

"How'd you break your collar bone?" Alex asks me, seemingly to lighten the mood that suddenly became dark when this Luke kid showed up.

"I used to dance and got dropped by my partner. My stepdad refused to bring me in because he said I was being reckless. So when I ran, I just dealt with the pain."
"You RAN?" Luke whips around, with a glare so intense it could kill.

"Um, yeah." I mumble, looking down.

"No. You aren't staying here. We're putting you on the next plane back to wherever you came from." He shakes his head, clearly making up his own mind, turning back around and walking forwards.

"No, you couldn't pay me enough money to even CONSIDER it!" I throw back at him, harshly emphasizing every word, causing him to whip back around with his eyebrows furrowed and his face turning red.

"MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SELFISH YOU WOULD THINK ABOUT HOW YOUR ACTIONS ARE AFFECTING YOUR PARENTS!" He yells in my face, with distressed eyes and what almost looks like a tear.

"MY DAD IS DEAD!" I scream back, not even trying to hide my own tears. "AND IF MY MOM CARED ABOUT ME SHE WOUDN'T HAVE ABANDONED ME AT 16 FOR A NEW HUSBAND WITH TWO LITTLE KIDS WHO ONLY WANTED ME OUT OF THE HOUSE!" I proceed to chuck my backpack at him, noticing how distressed he looks, and how panicked Alex looks, in turn causing me to move my arm badly. Crap, that hurt. That's when I recognize the house I'm in front of. Julie's. I don't even take a second glance at him, Alex, or the bag I just threw. I bolt for the door.

"HEY!" One of them yells behind me, but I don't even care. I hit the doorbell, and within seconds it opens.

"Emmie?" Carlos says, looking shocked at the mess at his front door.

"Hey bubbahs, is Julie home?"

He nods, then turns around, and with the sass of a true king, yells

"JJJJJUUUUUULLLLLIIIIIIEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I hear footsteps behind me, but I refuse to turn around, letting myself in past Carlos. I start getting light-headed again, and quickly sit on the couch, tucking my head between my knees.

"Carlos! Why are you yelling?!" My uncle says, coming around the corner. "Wait, Emmie?!" I raise my head and smile, not missing Alex looking heartbroken at me from behind my uncle.

"Hey, Tio."

I tuck my head again.

"Are you ok?" He rushes over to the couch, just as my other Tia comes in.

"No, my collarbone is broken, I didn't know where else to go, mom wouldn't help me, said I was reckless and could deal with the aftermath." I state as I get even dizzier.

"Hey, grab her an icepack." He directs Tia. He proceeds to work my arm slowly out of the makeshift sling. It's not even all the way out when I collapse again. I wake up in the car on the way to the Emergency Room. What a way to start out my adulthood, am I right?