I'll Come If You Catch Me

Unfit Mother

Author's Note.

Hey this is my first time writing a book

Tell me what you think this story just popped into my head this morning

Picture of Casey>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I laughed and ran. I love the feel of the wind in my hair and on my face, the way your legs ache and stomache knoted, and the way you feel as the thrill of being chased rushes through you. So as I ran up and down through the alleys I couldn't help but smile. I have always been getting in trouble, from day one and to the day I die. I always will be.

I could hear the sirens getting closer, so I kicked my legs into overdrive. I was already running faster than the fastest person in the world, literally. I have always been faster, stronger, and prettier than any human. I don't really know why, but I just am.

The buildings passed in a blur and my lungs were begging for air, but I kept going. You see I like to play a little game with the cops. I'll come if they catch me. I never give up and I'm always a great challenge for the local police. I'm surprised they hadn't turned me into a lab yet to figure out why I run so fast. I mean, I'm only seventeen and I can run the Boston Marathon in less than an hour. 

I know how impossible that sounds, but it's true. I am just that awesome. Oh, and did I mention I'm modest too? Ha! Even that made me laugh.

I cut across the street and into an alley, barely lit with moonlight. My heart is pounding in my ears. I felt as though I'm going to explode. My game just got less fun. The only reason they want me is to take me away from an unfit mother.

Let me tell you one thing, my mother is not unfit to be a mother. She does do alcohol and drugs, but she has never hit me or done anything like that. I know we're poor, but at least our house has a roof. It may be collapsing, but it is still a roof people!

Yeah, I know I'm being foolish, but I love my mom. Just then my mom fell into step with me, she can run just as fast. I could tell she was tired, but she kept moving never looking back. She has a pink, ripped sundress on and her blond hair was flying into her face and around her shoulders wildly. Her soft green eyes, shimmering.

My mom and I looked nothing alike, except for my eyes. Both our eyes shimmered an emerald glass green, it looked unreal, but so beautiful you could melt at the intensity of them. Her hair is blond and short, where as mine is a black sheet of silk that fell to my waist. We are both really skinny and curvy. We are unlike any other, but what's the fun in being average? Nothing that's what. Nothing.

Being your own person, is everything to me. I don't care what others think. I am perfect just by being me. It wouldn't matter if I was as ugly as hell, as long as your not trying to be someone else, your beautiful.

The sirens got closer. I never know how, but even though we run as fast as hell, the police always seem to find us. All I know is one thing, I don't want to leave my mother, she is my life and I'm hers. We don't do anything with out each other. I looked at my mom's face.

Tears streamed down it in fine streaks, I chocked back my own tears, no longer laughing. I could see that my mother has lost hope and she never does. She always keeps her head up high and doesn't let anything get her down, but as we ran into the night, she lost it.

In that moment right there, I knew there was no way out. Shit! Tears now poured down my eyes,a s the cops surrounded us. No, no, no!

"I love you Casey," my mom said placing a kiss on my head. The police came rushing toward us.

"No please mom, we can still run please!" I said shaking her shoulders. She gave a weak smile and shook her head. I broke down on my knees crying.

Police came up and took hold of me, trying to get me in the car. I struggled as much as I could. It took about ten officers to get me in the car. I love you mom.