Joey
I tied my hair into two piggy tails on my shoulders. Yes, I know, it probably makes me look like a ten year old but I generally like my hair that way, don’t judge me. I also felt quite happy about my new old clothes. Sure they were a bit big, but dayum did I love my new sweater. It was just so nice but different, you know? Anyway after I finished tying my hair, I realized Clary was looking at me all funny.
“What?” I said, “What is it?”
Her lips pursed and her shoulders started shaking. I realized she was trying to stop herself from laughing. I frowned at her “What’s so funny?”
Finally, she couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing like a freaking maniac―cause she is one. “Ahahaha, sorry, it’s just… your jumper, ahahahaha!”
“What? What’s wrong with my jumper?”
She stopped laughing and tried to assume a serious expression―unsuccessfully might I add. “Well, it’s just. Come on, Joey, it has a pug on it.” She said unable to stop another burst of laughter.
I just rolled my eyes at her and put my school uniform in my bag. I knew Clary threw hers away but I thought I might keep mine for sentimental sake, if you know what I mean? I realized all my school books were still in there for some reason. I threw those away and looked into my bag seeing if there were any other useless burdens in my bag. Then, I came across it.
“Oh my God, Clary,” I said and showed it to her.
“What?” she said peering at the item, “I don’t get it.”
And then she realized. “OH MY GOD, JOEY, WHAT THE HELL!”
“I know right! I can’t believe we never thought of it.”
“I mean seriously! Goddamn it! Why didn’t we ever think of it?”
“I don’t know! What’s wrong with us?”
“Well, what are you waiting for? Call them!”
I was about to dial triple zero on the phone when I considered it.
“But, Clary, is this really a good idea?” I asked her.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” she replied.
“Well, we did steal a car. And they might separate us or something. Or, I don’t know, they might put us in some foster home. I don’t know if I’m even ready to be with a new family yet.”
“Joey, do you want us to be on the run forever or something. It’s better us being put in a home or orphanage or whatever then running around homeless and poor.”
I frowned, I knew she was right, but part of me still felt scared.
“Yeah, you’re right, forget I even said that. It was stupid.”
I dialed triple zero and waited for the phone to ring.
“Police, fire, ambulance?” asked the voice of the computerized operator.
“Police, please,” I said patiently but nervously.
“Hello, what’s your emergency?” came in the voice of a normal actual human.
Suddenly my nerves increased and said “Here, Clary, you talk to her.”
“What but ―oh yes, hello?”
“Miss, is this an actual emergency?” the woman said (the phone’s on speaker by the way).
“Um, I, um…” I could see Clary’s hands were shaking nervously and that she was about to chicken out. “No entiendo. No hablo ingles,” she said.
