Ava to Reader:
Alright now guys, I know that I just can't say that I tried to escape and not give details, so here you go.
1st Attempt: One and a Half Weeks ago
I was washing dishes, no one was in the kitchen, so I tried to open the window. I thought it was just stuck. I wanted out so, I picked up the table chair and threw it at the window. It didn't break, but an alarm went off. Luckily only Jessie was there because Damien and the rest had left that day to go to some meeting, so nothing happened.
2nd Attempt: One Week Ago
Ty and Chris brought some girls back to the house, and of course, they all were drunk out of their minds. One girl tripped over herself, dragging Chris down with her. The keys fell out of his pocket and he didn't bother to pick them up. As they stumbled to the stairs, I walked over to them and did the foot thing you do when you see some random money on the ground. (Don't act like y'all don't do this lol). I lightly covered them with my foot, checked around, slid my foot back and quickly snatched them up. Sneaking out of the front door, I ran like a freaking track star to the truck. It was high off of the ground so I jumped in, rushing to start it up and get the hell out of Dodge, but the truck was a stick shift, and I don't know how to drive stick.
That doesn't mean that I didn't try though!
I yanked the gearshift a couple times, pressed the gas, and reversed into the basketball rim pole thingy, making this loud ass crashing sound. The front door flung open, revealing Damien and Jessie running outside to see what the noise was. I looked up and saw Damien, see me, see him, see me.
*In other less ridiculously complicated words, we made eye contact.
Panicking, I yanked some more on the handle, accidentally putting it in park and slamming my foot on the gas pedal. He walked up to the truck and knocked on the window.
"You're not even moving."
Knowing that I had no chance, I just took the keys out of the ignition, took one deep breath while opening the door.
As I slowly climbed down, he held out his hand, and dropped the keys. At this point there is no reason to even bothering to try to explain myself.
3rd Attempt: 2 Days Ago
Everyone was in the garage looking for some old rusty thing and I saw this old skateboard. Nobody was paying attention, so I ran and tried to jump on the board and skate away like they do in the movies. The back wheel flew off and I hit the concrete, scraping my knee in the process. The skateboard rolled into the bushes as I just laid on my back, staring at the sun.
I closed my eyes and shouted, " You have got to be kidding me. Why me, WHY ME!!"
They all started laughing and Blake yelled:" You alright?", which caused them to laugh harder.
I sat up, "Just go ahead, laugh it up!"
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I'll just leave it at there because it's going to take forever to explain the rest. So many failed attempts that I started to feel like the villain at the end of every episode of Scooby Doo.
" I would've gotten away with it if it wasn't for those meddling kids!"
But in my case, my cat-like reflexes were holding me back.
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