The World Can Hate (On Hold)

Chapter 2

So I think that this story will change from first person to third person. Its just a heads up and I will tell you which. Um, I know this story will be terrible and not worth reading but please comment and tell me what you think if you make it this far. Holy cow guys do you see the cover my bestest friend, luvzelda made for me. She is the greatest! Other than that thanks for reading and check out my other stories.

Chapter 2

First person

I walk over to my "mother's" dead body. I kneel down and check her pulse which is nonexistent. Its not like she had a heart in the first place. So why am I checking her pluse, you might ask. Its because I, even though people hate me, love to have people around me. I'm afraid of being alone. I also have a terrible fear of whats in the dark, not darkness its self. There is a big difference.

I stand up and walk away from a would be crime scene. Thats if the cops did their jobs. Instead they are always looking for ways I have slipped up enough to be put in a cell. Other than that they sit around scratching their butts.

I don't have a car, or well I did before everyone went physico, so I have to walk home because the bus drivers refuse to pick me up. Its also the middle of winter in Washington state. So not only was I possibly going to get frostbite, I had yet to eat today. So I'll die from hypothermia or starvation. Sence no one cooks for me, takes me order, or provides me with food I have to go to the store every day. Its a good thing I have saved up all of the money I have ever gotten. Another thing wih the money is that no one will hire me. So I'm stuck with no job, no car, no clothes that fit right in the cold when I haven't eaten all day. Life is perfect. Note the sarcasm.

I finally make it to the store at like 12 a.m. I walk over to the asles and look for something cheap. I pick up an apple and some strawberry poptarts. I go to the counter to pay but the cashier looks at the money and laughs.

"We don't take cash or service from you,"she said still looking at her nails. Then I heard her grumble "Its probably counterfeit." So I take the apple and poptarts and put them back but go over to the ice cream. I pick the one that is most likely to make the biggest mess. I unrap it and walk back to the counter. I lick the ice cream once as the cashier looks up at me in shock. I then take the cone and shove it in her face. I wipe my hands on the bottom of her shirt and leave with her screaming about calling the police. I walk away feeling like a boss.

I continue walking until I find another store. Hopfully they aren't judgementle bad words. Yeah get over the fact that I'm 16 and refuse to curse. I walk in and go straight for the food. I grab the same things as last time but I also grab a drink. I walk up to the counter and there is this really cute boy. I'm guessing he is new because he doesn't seem to be bothered by my existence. I give him a small smile as I pay. He just stares at me with this weird look in his eyes. Its almost like he can't believe I even exist. But its short lived because the cops come in and start looking for ... wait I want you to guess. Thats right its me! Oh wait you said dounts didn't you, oh sorry, thats wrong. The boy looks at me in confusion and I just shake my head. I mouth to him to talk to me another time. His eyes seem to sofen. But the cops are still trying to get me to go into the back peacefully. But of course I am because its like a baby going against wolfs with super powers. Those super powers include guns and thumbs. Side effects include them being dips**ts and a overpowering need for anything fattening.

They put me in the car while yelling at me to remain silent. Well first things first I haven't been talking this whole time and you need to learn that just because we are outside doesn't mean you have to yell. They then start off towards the station. I still have the foos and drink and yes I did pay for it. I eat one poptart and the whole apple. I also drank more than half of the grape soda. After we arrive at the station, they put me in a cell and walk away.

Mystery person's pov

I go to the store she was at before she was arrested to get the tapes. I walk in and the girl at the counter is still complaining about Tarah shoving the ice cream in her face. Tarah wouldn't do something like that unless she was provoked. She was sweet, kind, and never did anything wrong. She was innocent and thats what I was here to prove.

I walk up to the counter and the girl justs looks up at me. She suddenly tries to act cute and innocent. Ugh, why does everyone do that?!

"What can I get ya, cutie,"she winks and I nearly throw up. People can be so gross at times.

"First off can you not call me that and second off I would like to see the security tapes,"she just nods and walks into the back. When she comes back she is grumbling incoherent words under her breathe. She hands me the tapes and looks back at her nails.

"Thanks,"I say and walk away but her eyes land on my back when I leave. I get in my car and still she her looking at me through my darkened windshield. I start the car and she breaks out of her trance and starts to talk to her self again.

I drive as carefully possible with snow and slush everywhere. Its hard to navigate because I haven't been here since 7th grade. I moved before 8th grade started and moved back this year or 10th grade. Just in case you were wondering.

After nearly hours of driving and getting lost I make it to the police station. I walk in with the tapes in hand. I hand them over to the jerk in charge and he looks up at me.

"What are those,"he asks. I look at him like his is an idiot, which he is, espically since he is a police officer and should know what these are. I sigh and walk up to where I was right in his face.

"Release her,"I seethed. Then I threw the tapes at him and walked back to where her cell would be. I grab the key off of the wall and unlock her prison.

"Come on, Tarah, we have places to go,"