it had been at night, and long one at that. You walked down the sidewalk, sighing to yourself as you counted the money you made that day. 45 dollars, and 25 cents. God, you were broke. How did this happen? You had taken a job at the corner store to make money after school, but they refused to pay you more than 15 dollars an our, and only gave you 3 hour shifts at a time. It sucked, but your parents wouldn't let you get a better one. You grabbed your bike. It was leaning in one of the bike holders on the new your street. You huffed, but before you could get onto your bike, you heard a shreik and then looked up and locked eyes with a watermelon

BANG

you yelped, holding your head, you had fallen onto the concrete, your head definitely bruised, you looked to see the watermelon smashed on the sidewalk next to you. You looked up to see four people looking down at you. One of them where wearing an orange mask, or that's what you thought it was. It was hard to tell when they were on a building across the street. The boy in the orange mask wouldn't take his eyes off you. You yelled, snapping him out of his trance. "What the hell!? Did you just throw a watermelon at my head!" You stood up, walking past your bike, leaving it unlocked because you were distracted by the shock of the situation. You countined to yell, sayimf things along the lines of "whats wrong with you" and "your paying for my concusion"

The person looked down at you, same with the other three. They were all yelling somethings, the words only processed when thre orange masked one yelled

"Behind you!"

Mikeys voice boomed