H U N T E D ~ T H

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The cards were flowing threw my fingers, folding and spinning, almost looking like they were floating.

It facinated me, i loved having that thrill. The faces people made when i clicked my finger and their card appareared out of nowhere.

It's all fake obvouisly, slight of hand. But it comes in handy when cheating on tests or pit pocketing strangers. Not this Iv done either before.

"Put that away and eat your breakfast" My mother scolded, walking into the kitchen in her perfectly ironed black suit with her hair tightly pinned back into a bun.

"You look like your going to a funeral" I snorted out a laugh, slipping the pack of cards into my bag which was placed on the seat beside me.

"There's a photographer coming to the department today to take pictures of the station" She opens the fridge, pulling out the carton of orange juice and pouring herself a glass. I'll have one too, thanks for asking. "I want to look my best."

I looked up at her threw my lashes, my fork stabbed into my pancake. "Photos?" I paused "Are you sure that's safe, Mum?"

"It's going to look suspicios if I'm not involed" She leans her hands on the counter in front of me, giving me that look, the look she gets whenever we talk about this subject.

She's fed up, with all the secrets, lies, running, hiding. I am too, but i would never tell her that.

I simply nodded, not pushing her temper which is constantly on a thin line. "Since when was there a photographer in this town?" I asked, shoving a piece of pancake in my mouth and throwing another piece to Oslo, my dog—German Shepard, who was sitting at my side.

"I'm not sure, i heard one of the deputues talking about a new family in town" She shrugged "Could be one of them. And stop feeding Oslo at the table."

The sound of an engine blowing up made my mother jump, her hand flying over her heart. "I'm gonna kill that man!" She groaned, gritting her teeth.

"I'm heading to school, ill make sure nothings on fire on my way out" I let out a long breath. Heaving my bag over my shoulder and making for the door, waving Oslo goodbye.

The fresh breeze hitting my face along with the warm sun, that's what I love most about the USA. It's so much warmer here.

"What bike you murdered this time" I chuckled, looking at my father who was flailing his arms around, coughing from the smoke. His clothes covered in oil and grease.

"Honda Rebel" He backs away from the bike, his hands on his hips, his eyes squinted as he looked the black bike up and down "Dolton, down the road asked me to fix it but I think it's done for."

"I'll have a look at it when I get back if you want, no harm in a second pair of eyes" I shrugged, walking up to my car. The silver Ford Fiesta, not even a year old yet, I practically cried when my parents got me it for my 17th this year.

I pulled out the driveway, a couple of the neighbours waving at me as I passed. White houses upon White Houses, the small town of MareVille, where everybody knows everybody. Perfect cover.

It didn't take me long to get to the high school, 10 minute drive at most, I could have walked but I didn't feel up to it today, plus I had cheer practice after school and it's not safe to walk in the dark.

I got out my car, locking it behind me. "There you are!" A voice appeared at my side, I turned to see my best friend Annie. Jogging towards me in her heels which are way to high for her and probably inappropriate for school.

"Here I am" I grinned, pulling out my phone and sending my mum a quick text that I'm at school.

"You'll never guess what Isaac said to me last night" She groaned, walking with me towards the traffic lights to cross the road.