"Move your butts, slow pokes!" The shrill call cut through the brisk morning air. "If we go any slower, we'll be moving backwards!"  The voice rang with truth. I had to urge to spin around and shout back, but thought the better of it. Right now, my five friends and I werea on the move. From day one, we all knew what was going on was not normal. For starters, guys of the 21st century do not wear designer skirts and high heeled sandals, but then again, this is a free country. Another tip off was the fact that THEY had known pretty much everything there is to know about us. THEY knew who we were, where we were, and what we were doing. Weird, huh? Anyway, it all began a couple of hours ago. For me and my friends, the day had been pretty much normal. A few detentions, several less than satisfactory grades, and a call home from the fire department. All in a day's work! The funny business began after school. You see, my friends and I are not what people would call "normal". Sure, we have a few quirks, but doesn't everyone? For instance, one of us enjoys singing songs about fruit and dancing down hallways. Another, I swear, has little devil horns peeking out of the top of her head. But just think, if we were all "normal", then there would be absolutely no such thing as personality or beauty. But again, I am getting off track. The six of us were followed home by these goofy men in skirts and high heels. THEY had pale, bleached skin that resembled powdered milk, and their faces were hidden behind dark sunglasses. Besides the skirts and heels, they wore nothing else, save these ancient looking amulets that looked like they belonged in a museum. The strange men were intent, and always stayed within ten feet of us. We tried shaking them, but THEY were inhumanly fast. We even sprinted through the rush hour crowd. Even that didn't slow them down! Though I think that they plowed down a few kids in the process. Anyway, they followed us to the woods, where our secret little hangout is. Only we knew about it, and our parents had no clue. Only after entering through the tree line did the guys get more intense. THEY seemed to pick up more urgency and closed in. Now, THEY stayed within five feet of us. Soon, THEY entirely abandoned the idea of personal space. And that is where we are now, weird guys in skirts and heels chasing six random teenagers. How could my day get any better?