beat it [closed]

Ricki slipped her things into her backpack and slung the black bag over her thin shoulders. A few of her cabin mates flashed her confused looks, but she just waved them away. Ricki was due for a good trip around the city, and she had to be sure she packed the essentials. Money, a jacket, some daggers. Stuff like that. Rick took in a deep breath as she stepped outside into the warm spring air. She was so thankful it was warm out. Finally she could flaunt her tattoos again with her signature, loose tank tops.
Ricki had learned by now to walk a half a mile to the nearest bus stop and then take the 32 where she wanted to go, so it was habit for her by now. When she reached her stop, Ricki stepped out. She was instantly greeted by the sounds and smells of New York city. She smiled, happy to be back where she considered home. She liked camp well enough, but nothing beat the city. Ricki stretched her arms above her head and walked confidently down the sidewalk. The territory was familiar to her, so she instantly looked like she belonged.

Ricki had a wide smile on her face. She could hardly contain her excitement about being back in the city. It was so alive, pulsing with people and cars and bikes and buses. Ricki was so distracted by it all, she didn't even realize that she was about to become one half in quite the collision. She turned just in time to see a boy with a dog almost right on top of her. She let out a surprised curse and halted in her tracks. SHe stared at the boy, instantly recognizing his face. She'd seen him around camp before. She remembered she had thought he was quite handsome. Well, her and probably every other girl in camp. Would Ricki ever admit this? No.
"Yeah, and you're..." her voice trailed off as she realized that she honestly could not remember this boy's name. She'd heard it before, she was even sure they might have had a conversation at a camp fire at one point, but she was stumped. "...something." she finished. Ricki let out a breath that she wasn't aware she was holding. "Don't take it personally, but I have no idea what your name is." Her tone was blunt, as usual. Ricki shuffled her feet impatiently. She hated standing in the middle of the sidewalk, mostly because she hated even other people did it. SHe gestured to the side, by the building, and weaved over quickly. Thankful to be out of the way of people, Ricki continued speaking. "So, whatcha doin' outside of camp? You don't seem like the sort of kid to sneak out..." she mused, eyeing her fellow camper. She smirked and arched a thin, black eyebrow.