I walked down the đường phố, street with my black Converse clopping on the pavement. I hear a faint bang but ignore it. I hear it again, but a little louder. Someone pushes me off the sidewalk and into a nearby alleyway. I open my eyes and see a handsom man on hàng đầu, đầu trang of me. He has a green mohawk topping his jet black hair. His skin was a nice
in-the-middle color, not too pale, not too tan. And his eyes, oh, those con le le, chim ưng, mòng két blue eyes got me. They were rich and smooth. They had a touch of green, only a faint one. Those eyes were what got me. "I'm sorry I tackled you. I hope it didn't hurt." he said. He reached his hand out and pulled me up. "I don't think bạn should go home. I think he's still after you." he said. "Where is my home? I have no family." I finally say. He looks at me and says," Come on. I'll bring bạn to my house." I follow him to his transporatation vehicle. It's a motorcycle. He gets on and holds out his hand. "Do bạn trust me?" I hesitate for a minute, then grab his hand. He pulls me on. I grab his waist and he drives away.