Scarred

Chapter 5

"Stop it!" I screamed as Sam ran after me. "Stop!" I laughed as he picked me up around the waist from my back. He twirled me around in the air and then set me down. "You're an idiot."

"How am I an idiot?" Sam teased. "I found your weakness."

"What weakness?" I joked. "I'm all powerful."

"Oh really?" Sam challenged. He started to attempt to tickle me. "Is this all powerful?"

"Stop, you two, you'll get in trouble," Andre warned.

"Since when do care about getting in trouble?" Paige joked.

"I care!" Andre defended.

"Jeez, can't you take a joke?" Paige laughed.

"No, I won't stop until I prove she's not 'all powerful'," Sam declared. He ran after me, trying to pick me up again. He succeeded. He twirled me around in the air for a good five seconds before one of our parole officers yelled at us.

"Stop!" the officer yelled. "Get back to work!" We looked down at the ground, smiles still on our faces.

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"Come on," I said, dragging Sam with me. 

"I don't think this is a good idea," Sam said. 

"We're criminals," I joked. "Nothing is ever a good idea." 

"True," Sam laughed. "Are you sure we should do this?"

"I know how to cover my tracks, Sam," I said. 

"Coming from the girl who got caught vandalizing her dad's house," Sam said. I slapped him on the arm - hard. "Ow," he yelled. 

"That's what you get," I laughed. "C'mon." I dragged him the rest of the way to Robert's house. I saw his shiny Porsche sitting in the driveway, instead of in the garage like usual. "Perfect," I said. I took my backpack off of my shoulders and opened it up. Sam took the baseball bat and swung at the windshield of the car. He missed. "Stop!" I whisper-yelled. "We need to make sure he's not here. I peeked in the windows of the house. No one. I picked the lock on the door and looked in the garage. The truck was gone, meaning he was too. 

"Okay, we're good," I said, closing the door to the house. Sam took another swing at the windshield and made it this time. The windshield made a satisfying crunching sound as it broke. He swung the bat at the headlights of the car, making them flicker. I smiled. "Let me," I said. He handed me the bat. I swung at the car mirrors, knocking them off. I laughed at the little marks they made. Sam handed me my backpack. I pulled out a handful of crayons and placed them in the vent. "He'll never get these out," I giggled. I took out my pocket knife and carved the word "bitch" into the leather seats. I leaned down and disabled the brakes. I grabbed a bucket of paint that Sam handed me and opened it. I poured the entire can all over his leather seats, leaving the carved seat clean. I got out and surveyed my work. I pulled out a roll of masking tape and put it on the undestroyed windows in the shape of an X. I floured the car and then popped water balloons on it. The flour turned into a glue-like liquid. I laughed. 

"Are we done?" Sam asked. 

"Not even close," I said. I pulled out a container of sugar. I opened it, and then opened up the gas tank. I poured some of the sugar into the gas tank and then quickly closed it to keep the sugar in. I knew that the sugar would go into the engine and destroy the engine. I laughed at the thought. I handed Sam a lighter and told him to melt the license plate. He did. I watched as the flame slowly turned the license plate to liquid. Take that, Robert, I thought. I grabbed my pocket knife and slashed holes into the tires. I watched them deflate, causing the car to sink to the ground. Sam handed me a sledgehammer that he had. I took off the door handles of the car, making it impossible for Robert to get back in the car. I laughed again at the sight of the mangled car. I high fived Sam for our work, and then we both took off running.