Accidental Partners in Crime

Chapter 1: Sleeping Beasty

Now, I know I shouldn't blame myself, and I should put the blame on the criminal rather than the victim but I still can't help feeling that if it wasn't for me this would have never happened and I would be perfectly fine right now and not worrying about if or if not Pickles is being fed. It started off a totally normal day with totally normal expectations. One of which was living.

The alarm clock next to my bed went off at 6am telling me I had an hour to get my ass into the car to go to school. I showered, fed the dog ( Pickles ), made breakfast, left a note for my dad who was passed out on the couch reminding him there was leftover dinner in the fridge, got in the car, when the car broke down I punched the car hood, got back into the car and drove to school. At school I did what I always did, ignored people. Sadly though people don't ignore me.

Through out the day I'm followed around by cat calls and shouts of crude names.

I can't defend myself. I can't answer them. I can't be them. I can't blame them.

I finished school, I went to the diner where I worked from 3:30 till I'm no longer needed, which varies from day to day.

I walk into the back room and put my bag down on the strip of counter that runs along the back wall of the room.

I throw on my apron over my shoulders and tie the string in the back tightly. I flip my thick hair out of the way and pull it up into a tight bun that will most likely become undone by the end of my shift.

I breath in and out. Once. Twice. And then I painted on my best fake smile and walked out through the the door to work.

I was cleaning up spilt orange juice when the first unordinary event happened.

On the TV attached to the faded and rotting yellow wall, was the news story of the boy, who could have been too much older than me, who broke into someone's house and killed someone, had just gotten free from prison.

I stared and watched the TV amazed for a moment. We hadn't had a breakout in our prison in decades. I was interrupted in my thoughts when a three year old screamed about wanting more orange juice. I held back a groan. I can only pray he doesn't spill another one.

I shook my head and got back to serving drinks and taking orders.

After two hours of working my break came. I shrugged off my apron and smoothed down my old blue tee shirt beneath it. I grabbed my bag on the counter and walked to the door. I pushed the door open and cold air flooded into the diner around me. I shivered and ran out to my car, formally known as Mel.

After I climbed in, I put my bag in the passenger seat and caught a look at my reflection in the rear view mirror. I saw my blue eyes slightly stained with red from exhaustion and a little too close to each other, topped off with my full eyebrows. I saw my high cheek bones that almost made me look like an alien with my heart-shaped face. My messy auburn hair was still tied up into a sloppy bun with wisps of it escaping the hair tie. I saw my full lips and too small nose and blew a raspberry at my reflection, gladfully letting my inner child out.

I yawned and climbed into the back seat where I would sleep for my hour long break. I found the blanket beneath the passenger's seat and laid down. I then threw the blanket over me and put my whole body beneath it, head to toe, as though I was hiding from the world.

I fell asleep thinking of the smell of fries in the air and how hungry I am.

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??? POV

I really messed up now didn't I? Holy shit this is bad. I run away from the prison wearing the jeans and tee shirt I found in the prison guard's locker.

I hear the sirens blaring behind me and break out into a sprint.

I need to find a car. I need to get out of here and find a safe house.

I keep running until my legs are going to fall off and my lungs are about to collapse.

I'm now at a really shitty looking diner. I look around its parking lot and see a even more shitty car. I jog up to it and pull on the driver's door handle. It was unlocked.

I smile. Maybe it's turning around for me a little. I get in the car and am about to hot wire it before I see a bag in the passenger seat beside me.

I mentally cross my fingers as I search through the bag. When I find the keys I feel like screaming. I put them in the ignition and start my escape.

Sera's POV

I wake up to my phone chirping with my alarm and someone saying, "Oh, shit"

I take the blanket off me and notice the car is moving. I fully sit up and see that someone is in the driver's seat staring back at me.

My first instinct is of course to scream. And I do. Ear-shateringly.

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Hello people who also don't have a life. My first actual chapter I have finished and I'm strangely proud of myself. Please let me know what you think of the story so far and any critics on my writing will be helpful just please nothing along the lines of "Bitch all of your writing sucks ass." Anyway, thanks for reading!

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