Ch. 1: running once again

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Shay's P.O.V.

One rainy Sunday afternoon in LA, I was walking around the park. I had my hood up so no one would recognize me. Officers were everywhere in the park!

I sat down at one of the benches and unlocked my phone. I keep getting these strange calls from unknown numbers. I need answer them though cuz who knows? they could be creeps or people I haven't repaid. Eh.

I stood up and suddenly, my hood blew off. I hid my face while a police officer was walking by. I glanced up and he was starring at me. Oh. Sh**.

I began to run towards the buildings and allies. He eventually realized I was a "criminal" and yelled and ran after me. I turned many corners and went into stores to distract him. These people are slow and stupid.

I thought I was home free until I saw 3 police cars coming my direction. My eyes widened and I ran into the street dodging cars. Soon enough, the trooper's cats were stuck in the middle of the road along with other vehicles.

HA. Suckers! I jumped a fence that led to an ally. Catching my breath, I hid behind a dumpster to make sure they weren't following me.

I stood up and walked back to my "apartment." I was living in this abandoned building I thought was a hospital. It suited my needs.

I was alone every night though. It got kinda lonely. I knew that I couldn't clear my name because I've done to much to people. I can't change anything.

I plopped in my bed made out of a hospital gurney and some pillows and blankets. Another day running. Another day alone. Just... Another day.

I closed my eyes and fell into a deep slumber. Morning came. It was surprisingly sunny today. I stretched and yawned.

I leaped out of my bed while heading to the shower. I don't even know how this stuff sill works. I'm glad it does though! I grabbed some more clothes on the way.

I went out the door wearing my hair in a pony tail, skinny jeans, a dark blue tank with a paint splatter hoodie and dirty black converse. I actually have good clothes for being on the streets more then half my life.

Police cars were surrounded around the store I was in. Crap. Why are they here? I put my hood on and quickly walked passed them.

I glanced at the scene and saw the officer who chased me. I looked at the ground with no hesitation and walked along.

I could feel him starring a hole through me. Turning the corner, I began to breath heavily. I'm never this nervous. It scared me.

I ended up walking into an empty ally.
"What the..." I heard something sounding like running cone closer and closer. I didn't see anything. Suddenly, I blacked out!

When I woke up, I was in this vehicle with bars behind the front seat. The windows had bars on them as well. Am I in a police car? How'd they catch me? Where are they taking me? I've never been caught before. Oh. Crap.

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