Look Both Ways Before You Cross The Street

1: Skipping School

The park is always quiet on Mondays. There are no children at play, the playground is empty. But, there are still children out of school. Children who can't afford it, huddled together in the alleyways. Or maybe they are naughty children who abuse their education. They don't follow the rules.

There are many basic rules children should follow. Don't do drugs, listen to your parents, don't lie, don't cheat, don't skip school. I can't seem to understand why children can't follow them. Their parents obviously don't discipline them well enough, so I had to step in.

I remember her sitting by the pond. It was breezy and leaves were falling from the trees. The winds was blowing through her disgusting blue hair, she was throwing little pebbles into the water, watching the ripples expand and fade away. She looked to be no older than 15 years old. Again, like I said, it was a Monday. A school day. I knew that she was skipping school. She was a rule breaker.

I walked over to her, slowly trying not to startle her. "What a beautiful day it is, eh?" I said.

She glanced back at me and said," Yep, sure is." When she turned around I saw that she had piercings all around her ears. She was wearing these big round glasses, they looked almost cartoonish. 'Rule breaker', I thought to myself. But I couldn't be sure quite yet. She could of been out of school, early graduate maybe?

"Yeah. I have a class in 40 minutes. I decided to come out and get some fresh air," I said with coolness in my voice," I hate being stuck in a lecture halls all day." I wasn't actually in college, but most of the time children will be more willing to talk to people around their own age.

"That's why I'm not going to college. I'm just going to get my highschool diploma and be done with school." she said as she brushed back her artificially colored hair. 'Bingo', I thought. She was skipping school.

"Wait a second, I'm sorry. I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Brett." I held my hand out, waiting for her to shake it. She stood up and shook my hand.

"It's nice meeting you Brett. My name is Quinn."

I then led Quinn to a bench and we sat and talked. We talked about the birds, and the fish and frogs in the pond. Quinn told me about her friends and highschool and I told her things about me and college. I learned about her homelife and how much she hated her parents, she told me that they kicked her out a few times. She should just follow their rules. I could tell that she trusted me, she probably saw me as a friend. But I saw her as a rule breaker.

"Can I have your number?" Quinn asked me as she pulled out her phone. I didn't have a phone, but I gave her a fake number so it didn't seem too weird.

"Do you want to get a coffee real quick? I know I good place on the corner. I can drive you back to school, too." I asked her.

"That sounds nice. I think I've been there before" she said with a smile on her face. I smiled back. We walked to my little blue car. She opened up the back seat and sat down. I also sat down in the back seat and pulled out a rag under the passenger's seat.

"What? Why are you back here-" she said with panic. I shoved the rag over her face and she passed out. I climbed into the driver's seat and turned on the engine.

Rule breaker.

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