There were gunshots in the distance. I could hear my mom calling my name, feigning calmness, but laced with discomfort and fear. I pushed myself harder, faster, until the rhytym of my feet pounding agsinst the pavement created a smooth tempo. They couldn't reach me. They had nothing on me. I did nothing, nothing... *** "YOu'lll be fine, Alex," my dad reassured me. He was sending me back to the town of Fairway, Oregon, for the summer. He wasn't very fond of his small beach town, so he and I moved into the city when I was born. My mother died in childbirth. Now my dad decided to send me off to live with my grandparents for the winter. "I know." I rolled my eyes. I wasn't too happy about my situation, I had never met my grandparents. I never knew that I was from Fairway. It was wierd, my dad got a phone call a week ago. I listened in: "David, we need her here now more than ever.." "I don't want her there, now or ever." "YOu wouldn't want..." the person paused. "...it to happen again?." "No." "Then she is coming. Next week, at the latest." I was pretty spooked by the call, but I was curious and I agreed to go. I could tell that he was hiding something from me, something big.