Juvenile Delinquent (Lams)

Chapter Six

Alexander Pov
"I'll give you eighty dollars, a pack of beer and some cigarettes if you stop the car and let me go." I said.

"No. I'm not saying yes to anything you say."

"But-"
"No."
"Yea but-"
"No."
"Aw come on!"

"I know what you're in for Son. I'm not falling for any of your tricks. And how would you even get eighty dollars?!" He exclaimed.

"The reason why I'm in this hellhole should explain that." I told him.

He sighed. "You're sixteen. How do you even get convicted of three things?" He asked.

"With hard work and determination." I said sarcastically.

The car rolled into a stop as the light turned red. I wonder what would happen if I just jumped out. I looked at George and then kicked the door open and ran out towards the sidewalk.

"WHAT THE HELL?! HAMILTON GET BACK HERE!" He screamed.

But it was too late, I was already booking it down the sidewalk with one thought on my mind, 'Gotta run, Gotta run, Gotta run' I ran through a few people walking and on bikes. I finally came to a stop and leaned on a pole while panting. I hard just run a good mile and a half at least. I gathered myself back together. I wiped the sweat off my head and went into a store.

Stealing is one of the things I do regularly. I walked over by the alcohol, looked both ways. I saw an employee come out of the bathroom and waited for them to pass. I opened the door, grabbed the beer and was out before you could say 'Hamiltons a dead man' even though the employees shouted at me to come back. Like I was going to come back. Going back and returning shit you stole? That's for pussies.

I walked into an alleyway and took a swig of beer. It burned down my throat but I continued to drink it. I looked up and saw a group of four teenagers on their phones. When one of them saw me, they all yelped and scattered. Heh. Losers.

"Put your hands in the air!" I heard someone shout.

Well.
shit.

I turned around and saw two cops with tasers out.

"Erm...hi? This probably looks bad...but it's all good... you can go..bye!" I said, waving them off.

Then it struck me that I just slurred all of my words. Great. Now they now I've been drinking.

"Can you say your Abcs backwards?" The officer asked, inching towards me.

I started to step away.

"No...I don't think so...I've never tried to." After saying that I turned and ran.

They jumped back into their car and lighted up their sirens.
Fuck.
I jumped into a trashcan and prayed they'd pass by. If I go to trial again, I'll be in juvie for years. Or maybe that boot camp hellhole for years.

I heard the sirens pass by. A wave of relief fell over me. This is just the beginning. I'll be able to fend for myself on the streets. Right?