minds. fillie

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CHAPTER 1 :

- cherry cola -

♪ millie bobby brown  ♪

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i roamed the empty, dirty streets alone sipping on my cherry cola as my friends had no interest in what i was about to do. they were bad, but not that bad.

the border had cameras set up all around, but cops roamed around it only all throughout the day up until night time when everyone was supposed to be asleep. the cameras began to face the opposite direction so i took that as my chance to jump and climb as fast a i possibly could. i gripped onto the brick walls as my feet scrambled to try and push me up to the top.

ever since i was a baby i've lived here and i wanted to see what the town next to us looks like, since they're very privileged. it sucks knowing that we were hated for being less wealthy and special then them, so we were treated like trash for it. but thankfully, my people couldn't let that happen anymore.

once i finally climbed over it, i jumped and my feet ached as they hit the ground since the drop was about 20 feet.

as i began to walk the streets, i began to realize how clean they were compared to ours, and the houses were freshly painted and the grass was ever so green. ours were never fertilized so all of it was practically dead and rotting.

i hummed to my favorite song, american pie, as i continued to slip across the street. i never felt so happy and accomplished before. i felt safer and didn't feel the need to pull my knife out every other minute. i wish i could feel this every other day though...

that was until i heard a gasp coming from way behind me, causing me to snap around and my eyes to widen.

i was caught.

the kid who looked to be about my age, had curly black hair and freckles on his cheeks and nose, and a pretty nice cheekbones, if i do say so myself. he's breathtakingly beautiful.

"who are you?" he hissed, scrutinizing me with an look of distaste causing me to clench my fists and narrow my eyes at him. i mean, my outfit wasn't that bad! i was wearing old ripped black denim jeans, a guns n' roses t-shirt, a fur lined denim jacket, and some boots.

i knew my outfit looked very over worn but, it's not like i had the money to buy clothes or like there were clothing stores lined up on every street. i had eventually put my hair in a tight high ponytail since i didn't want it distracting me and my outfit was picked out to look nice, and for me it looked fine, at least in my perspective.

"someone you have no business knowing about." i replied, blowing a bubble with my blue raspberry bubblegum. i kept my hand close to the stiletto pocket knife in my back pocket as the boy seemed to be getting closer.

"you're not from this side right? i can tell just from your looks, you filthy scoundrel-" i had enough of his judgmental words so i decided to pull my knife out and pulled it close to his neck and quickly forced his hands around his back.

"call me that again, i dare you." i growled as he tried his best to stay calm but i could see the fear he held in his eyes.

"you have no idea who i am, you just judge me by my status quo. you have no idea what i've been through since you've been too busy getting anything you ask for in your privileged town while i've been fighting for my life." i spat at him causing his eyes to exchange from fear to guilt and pity. i don't need his pity.

"i-i'm sorry i-i didn't know-"

"save it goodie two shoes." i groaned before letting him go but not before giving him a little push to ease my mind. he's an asshole anyways.

after glaring at him one last time, i ran down the shiny, spotless street and looked down at the pattern on the roads. i only continued to do this and decided not to steal anything this time, but just observed what the privileged life was really like.

i just waited and waited up until the police came around and threw me in their truck and then throwing me back onto the trashed filled streets. it wasn't amazing but it was home.

"ever trespass again and we'll have you killed for disobeying rules, scoundrel!" officer jason seethed as they drove away, laughing.

"where have you been?" sads questioned as she took a bite of her apple that was sat in the palm of her hand. she had freckles literally everywhere on her body, but it suited her, but she hated them for some reason.

"viewing the life of the privileged. it's not fair max." i grumbled, a frown beginning to make its way to my face.

my life was never flowers and happiness, never. my father left to go to the privileged side, and my mom stayed here with me but died a couple months later cause she was murdered here on the streets by one of the police men. my aunt nona took care of me, and she was an amazing woman and great role model.

"well life's not fair, eleven." she shoots a sly smirk in my direction before taking another chomp onto her apple. that was my nickname since it was my mother's favorite number. god, i missed her so much, she was the light of my life and of course i lost the only good thing i had left in my life.

i'd never felt such acrimony before, no one other than the police dared to disrespect me and that no good privileged piece of shit thought it was okay to judge me!

"now don't give me a sob story." i rolled my eyes, holding my hands high as sadie chuckled and threw her half eaten apple on the ground.

"wanna go break some more rules?" a smirk set on her face as she raised an eyebrow, people began to show up suddenly, like maddie and sophia per example, mischievous grins and smirks held on their faces, and soon one made its way on to mine.

"hell yeah."