I try and make friends, but its always a struggle. I mean what do you say?
Besides were running from the law, I can't trust anyone with that information.
Its just easier that way.
I never do much school work, not that I can't do it. I have other things to worry about how triangles are equal to 90 degrees.
Like how I'm going to eat tonight. My brother and I are broke. We can't get jobs, not unless we are trying to be caught.
Its risky enough that I'm even in school.
At school I go by a different name. There I go by Cc, but my real name is Jay. Its not short for anything, that's it, Jay.
Apparently I have to put up with being bullied, for the sake of us staying hidden in plain sight.
Meaning I can't punch them, I can't even threaten them. I've never been a people person. All they do is treat you like shit then leave you.
At least in my opinion.
My brother an d I live in a major city. Although I can't give out which one, it gives you some sort if idea what's around me.
I don't talk much at school. I guess I'm just afraid of what might come out of my mouth.
I make my way down stairs as the bell signaling us to leave rings. I tighten my grip on my one strap,black and white P!ATD Bag.
People push their way past me as my shoulder hits the wall. I groan in pain and continue to make my way out of the school.
I continue my long walk home. My brother Jake has his license but not a car. We have to take every caution.
We have been running for a while now, a couple of years. We are wanted for many things. Let me explain.
I was only 6 when mum and dad left. Jake was 9. We were left in our house alone. It wasn't until the neighbors got curious that we were found.
Luckily for us we were independent even as kids. We were use your no one being there for us. When we grew older they tried to separate us. Now this was only a problem because I have only ever spoken to Jake, no one else.
We also grew up together, which made it difficult. At the age of 11 I decided that they couldn't do this to us. For months we planned on running away, until finally we did.
That's not the only reason we are running though. We both had our badass reputations. I use to graffiti everything, and do what ever it took to get out of the foster cares homes.
My brother got into some riot. He did drugs and drank a lot. We use to go out and tag the sides of trains, and what ever else we could get our hands into.
We are bow pretty well known by the cops and have moved around a lot. We have also had to change our identity alot.
I've gone from having blonde hair to bright blue, to orange, to red, to yellow, to green, and now finally black with my colored streaks. I've also worn colored eye contacts to.
I soon find myself at our favorite take out, Pizza hut. I make my way to the counter and ask for our regular.
Yeah OK, I know what your thinking, how am I going pay when were broke? Well there's another reason why we are wanted.
I take out a stolen credit card and enter the pin. I'm well aware that's how cops track people I have been doing it since I was 11.
It didn't take long for the pizza to be ready. Once it was done I left the store tearing up the credit card, and began running home.
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