I didn't see anybody behind me, but I knew that I 1 had being followed was being followed was following . It was my instinct, I could feel it. I saw that a bus 2 did just stop just stopped had just stopped at the bus stop at the end of the street. I ran and 3 was getting on had got on got on it. I didn't ask the bus driver where 4 was it going it was going did it go because it didn't matter, I just wanted to 5 get away get out leave away as fast as possible.
I knew I was in danger. I had put 6 myself my me in a dangerous situation the day 7 when which that I had helped a woman in a bar. A man 8 had physically abused was physically abusing abused physically her when I hit him in the face. When he fell unconscious to the floor, I recognised the tattoos on his arms and neck. He was a member of one of the worst gangs in Los Angeles. The woman looked at me with panic in her eyes. "Go away, please, before his friends 9 arrive are arriving will arrive ," she said. "If they see you, they 10 'll kill 'd kill kill you. "Do you think he'll remember my face?" I asked her. "I have 11 none no any doubt," she answered.
Now I was in a bus wondering why I had to punch that man in the face. If I hadn't done that stupid thing, nothing 12 would happen would have happened had happened to me. I got off the bus after a few blocks and I started walking. I 13 should must had to do something, but what? That dangerous man had seen my face. "Of course," I thought, "my face!". If that man had seen my face, I just needed a different face, a face that he could not recognise!
Three days later I had plastic surgery and I got a new face. That was a few months ago, and I 14 have met have been meeting meet the man I attacked a few times since then, and he has no idea who I am. And the best part is that I 15 didn't use to didn't usually usedn't to like my face, and now I love it!