A special thank you to: YWS (
www.youngwriterssociety.com
)
Without whom writing this book would not have been possible.
(Hey, Teen writers. If you are ever looking for a site where you can share your poems and stories with others like you, look no further. YWS is probably the best out there, and they will also help you write your books. If you decide to join, my username is ANADIR. See you around!)
And my Father, who helped draw my cover, and provided encouragement for me.
One last thing. If you want to contact me about upcoming books, or just to talk, my email is theunleashed.books@gmail.com
Chapter One
My truck rumbled across the road, kicking up grave. I was going a whopping 20 miles an hour, below the speed limit by almost five miles. I turned up my rock music to drone out the sound of the gravel crunching under my car. As I listened to music, a pair of headlights lit up the road in front of me. “What the…” I muttered.
A little Prius launched into the road, directly in front of my car.
I slammed the brakes, but my car slammed into the little Prius, and it completely totaled it, and on top of that, my car ran right over it! I backed up, off of his car, and ran to check to see if the driver was ok. I looked through the hole that used to be his window, and saw a kid, no older than 15. The idiot must have taken his parents car for a joyride. I poked him without thinking, to see if he was alive. He didn't move. He was dead. And now, my fingerprint was on him. I cursed. "Oh man... I am so screwed." I thought to myself.
Without thinking that fleeing the site would put me off even worse, I panicked and sped off. It took a whole three minutes for the police find out what happened, and another two for them to be after me. Since I was on a mountainside path, nobody was even driving so I could drive my car as fast as I could. In fact, I might have gotten away, accept I was driving an old truck, and when I say old, I’m talking about older than me. The thing was barely drivable, and the only reason I drove it is because I’m way too broke to be able to buy myself another car.
Now that I think back to it, the thing was moving so slowly, I might have been better off running.
I slammed my foot on the acceleration. “Blast! Stupid old car”
I slammed my foot on the acceleration again. I heard the sirens growing louder. It was a matter of time before they caught me. Street Lights disappeared in blurs. I looked into my rear window. It looked like I was losing them. I was wrong.
As I turned my head back to the road in front of me, a large police car pulled up next to me. “Pull over! This is your only warning!”
I cursed. There was no way I could outrun them now. Resigning to my fate, I pulled over
The Policeman rapped on my window. I rolled it open. “Get out of your car” He said.
I sighed. I slid out of the trashy truck. He didn’t say any more. He just waved his hand at the back door of his car. I sighed, and got into his car.
After a long drive, we arrived at the Court. “Hey, doesn't it take years for trial?” I asked.
