Is That Even Legal?

Delinquent Badass chick

I will admitt that this is not my first story, but please continue.

I've never been one with the group. I don't have one. Sure, I have friends but they all nerds. I feel uncomfortable around preps, barbies, or jocks. I guess you could call ne a delinquent, I mean I have hospitalized quite a few... Anyways back on track. People fear me, it hurts but I really don't give a poop. I stand up for what's right. My family's been against it, except my dad. He's never gotten me in trouble for fighting. He says it's a good thing- well SAID.

I don't live with my patents, so when my grandma couldn't handle my behavior anymore she shipped me off to delinquent central. Great.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" the crowd chanted. I tuned them out. This bitch Is gunna pay. Why? You might ask. Well, here in Juvie, I made a couple of good friends. Missy started spreading rubies bout her. What could she do? Well here in Canada's Juvie, apparently the greatest, all you have to do is get thousands Of parking and speeding tickets to end up here.

She cowered away. I took a step forward and was satisfied when I heard her fake nose break, and her keg from falling.

"OMG!" one of her minions shrieked and ran to get the dean of our hell. I turned around and gave Molly and Brad a hug. I managed to whisper in their ears.

"I'll see you later. Dont want to be here when the grinch shows. " I walked to my dorm and hitched my bag over my shoulder. I pitched a gun into my belt loop, while putting sone knives in my other boot. You gotta be careful when roaming the streets.

That was only my first center.

-17 Centers Later-

See, it's easy to escape when you know how. That goes for the centers and cops. But when your tired of 7 years of running and hiding, the game gets boring. Yes, sigh, I have been running from the cops since I was 10. I knew how to handle a gun and all that fancy stuff. But furthermore, I was done hiding so I walked the streets of America carelessly. I was apparently the most wanted in Canada and America. People glanced at me funny, it was getting annoying.

"Hey!" A chubby police man screamed from his car.

"What?" I asked innocently. he opened his door and walked over to me.

"Your under arrest Adrianna Givson. " he said rather loudly, just for the satisfaction of hearing the people on the street stop and give me fearful looks. I gave them my biggest sarcastic smile I have then turned to face o'l chubby.

"And blah blah blah. I know, captain obvious that's why I'm walking the streets. " I sighed and hopped into the passenger side of the cop car. Chubby stared at me incrediublosly.

"You have to sit in the back. " he hissed at me.

"Nope." generally happy, I locked the door and tapped my fingers impatiently on the dashboard.

1minute passed

3 minutes passed

15 minutes passed

"Oh for the mother of cow poop!" I screamed and jumped in the driver seat and took off for chubby to catch up.