It seemed like a good idea.
But driving at lightning fast speed right now and looking in the mirror every five seconds to see about five police cars does not make it feel like a good idea. God. Why was I stupid enough to try this out? Why did I think that I wouldn't get caught? It was a nice car, someone was bound to notice.
My parents would be so disappointed. Shit. My parents! I was gonna get an earful the second I got home. If I didn't get sent to Juvie first.
Damn it, Juvie. My palms are sweaty enough, and my heart is beating so rapidly that this now impending fact about what will happen next makes me want to cry. I'm so dumb for even thinking that I could outsmart these guys, I wish there was a time machine that I could use when my buddies dared me to do it.
I decide that this chase has gone on long enough, and I can feel tears streaming down my sweaty face. I just want to go home and I just feel like crying, okay?!
I pull over in an alleyway and stop the car. I lean my head down on the steering wheel and just have my hands covering my face. I hear the cars stop and just wait for the cops to come over.
Oh god. Their footsteps on the gravel.
Shit. The rapping on the window.
Dammit. The opening of the door.
Fuck. The officer saying softly, "It's okay son." and I feel like the biggest wimp in the world for crying.
I'm going to be in a world of pain right now and all I can do is cry? My father will be so disappointed.
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Tiny Dancer
Teen FictionMeet Micah. He's your average boy; he eats junk food, has stupid friends, wants to have the most fun on summer break this year. But all of his plans change when on the last day of school he's dared by his buddies to steal the principles nice car and...
