Cursed Angel: Mission Unknown

“Why am I in this situation?” I thought hastily


Here I am, sprinting down an alleyway, behind me…
“Hey, freak! Come back so we can kick your ass!” said a voice
“How ‘bout ‘no’?” I yelled.
My answer: three shots from a 45 caliber Smith & Wesson pistol. All that was going through my head at that time: “I to effing young to die!”
“Oh, come on kid, were just going to put some lead in ya!” shouted the voice.
“Yeah, lead!” said another.
“Great, company…” I thought nervously.
I rounded the corner, and found myself in a dead end. Not good. Being in a dead end with a small gang of jocks after you, in Livonia is very, very bad!
“Hey you son of a bitch! I’m right here.”
I turned around; it was Jim Schmitzky, the school hotshot (bully)
“You ready for your seven oh clock beating, Jones?” Jim spat.
I didn’t answer; I was too freaked out to do it.
“I need to know, kid!” He warned.
I tried to inch around the side to get away but the other kids who were with him blocked my hasty escape.
“N-No. I’m not r-ready for it.” I stammered.
“Wrong answer.” He said flatly. There was one shot...

Great start huh? yup... story being started by your's truly. please suggest some things for the main part. Doomo Arigatoo. =]