I was with three of my friends who lived in Massachusetts. We entered the city. The buildings were so huge, they were hypnotic, all I could do was stare in awe at the mighty achievements.

"This is gonna be dope, I've been waiting all summer to skate Boston!" I said. "I hope we don't get pinched." I heard the cops in Boston didn't especially care for skateboarders. I heard plenty of stories about kids getting arrested and/or getting their boards taken away, neither of those sounded like much fun to me.

"Where do I park?" said Adam, who was driving.

A symphonic "I don't know" came from the three of us. Luckily it was about 8 o' clock on a Tuesday night so the traffic was only awful. After about thirty minutes of looking, we finally found a parking spot. We began skating to the financial district.

As we rolled up to the first stop we were advised to leave by a lowly security guard. So we headed up the block to a gargantuan building with marble ledges glimmering

"This is a crucial point, boys," the officer stated. "Do I arrest you? Take your boards? Let you go?"

"Well then why were you running from me?"

The general consensus of the group was that "At least we weren't in jail." The next day we made good on our promise to come get the boards. We showed up at the instructed time and claimed our boards. Getting out of Boston was a nightmare. I thought the cop told us that specific time to coincide with rush hour traffic. After about forty-five minutes of inching our way to the edge of Boston we were on the highway, bitching and moaning about how much that whole ordeal sucked.

"Broke ass little bitches," I thought to my self.

The group answered with a hopeful, "Sure, no problem!"

"Cops!" someone yelled. We all scattered, like when you touch a potato chip that is being engulfed by hundreds of famined ants. It took me one half of a second to gather my thoughts. "Stay, run, stay equals jail, run equals freedom... Run!" my brain finally decided. I have heard stories from my friends about spending the night in jail. That was definitely not a story that I wanted to be telling anytime soon. Before I even finished making that fateful decision, my board was in my hand and my feet where already gliding back up the small set of three marble stairs. I quickly grabbed my backpack off of the dull white statue of a lion that guarded the entrance to the Boston Library. It was doing a good job, it already had one of Boston's finest after us to enforce the ferocious laws forbidding skateboarding. I took off as if it was life or death. The air was hot and humid, not the best for running, I quickly found out. My lungs felt full when I would only take half of a breath of air. My three friends and I rounded the corner, hot on the trail of the two other skaters running in front of us. The flashing lights from the squad car chasing us beamed off of everything in front of me, turning the dark city street into a cascade of blue and white lights. It seemed like a disco, although there was no sign of any Saturday night fever. We were straight up running our asses off! It was not looking good. I knew the cop saw us, and he was also in a car. "It's going to take a miracle to pull this off," I thought to myself. As I was coming around the corner another set of flashing lights reached my eyes. However, this was a new set, in front of us. These lights were orange; they transformed the disco into a dark orange sunset. The street was blocked off du

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Approximate Word count = 1688
Approximate Pages = 7 (250 words per page double spaced)