Running From Black People

Morgan Strain = anorexic girl from elementary/middle/high school

My family was trying to go to a restaurant. We put our name in, and waited for a long time. I left for a little while to go somewhere with my friends, and when I came back my family was still waiting. Eventually the waiter came up and told us that they couldn't seat us anymore because it was now the end of their lunch hours, and seats wouldn't be available until dinner time which was in another hour. We might have waited, but dinner prices were more expensive so we didn't want to pay the extra money. We were all upset, but I was especially mad because I couldn't understand why they would be so unfair to customers. I think I yelled at the waitress and then continued to complain under my breath. We left and tried to go to another restuarant but it was the same situation somewhere else. I think we just gave up.
I was driving around with Yashar and Shaney. Yashar was driving. We Pulled into Morgan Strain's driveway in my mom's Jetta, then backed out of it really strangely. I was now wearing an elaborate white dress, which looked a lot like a wedding dress. I told Yashar that I had to leave but he wouldn't listen to me. I told him a couple more times, and he started to speed up. Shaney started to get upset. I opened the car door, then tucked and rolled out of the car while it was still moving. I started to walk on this path back down the street we were on.
I was with my family and we were walking outside near the edge of Irvine at night. We went too far past Jamboree, and were now in Tustin. The only people around were black, and most of them were driving huge trucks. I was trying to protect my family and kept making sure they were really close to me as I walked. I felt like there was no safe place to walk, because the sidewalk would dissapear or get too thin. I tried to walk with them in the street but we almost got hit by a car. Black people were yelling at us and making fun of us or threatening us. Eventually we all got too scared, and tried to run across the street back toward Irvine. Someone started to chase us, so we dodged in to a balloon store that a persian guy owned. We started telling him what happened to us as if we were filing a police report, and the owner might have been on the phone with the police. A black guy started to come into the store, so I ran behind all the shelves and into the back of the building which was a series of passages.
I was driving in my Audi around Irvine. I was driving to wierd places I had never been before. I made a left on a street to try to get back into a more familiar area. I saw a sign that said detour through Irvine High, so I took that. I was driving wrecklessly because I was kind of eager to get back to a more familiar area. I was now on a razor scooter and trying to figure out which road I was supposed to use. I went to the far left and was riding on gravel.