Crimes, Robbery's, and Detention.

1. Driving Lessons (part 1)

Thirty Third of January 2022

Part 1.

People are gonna talk about us a lot,
No Matter what we do.
So We might as well do Whatever
Brings us the Most Joy
And Live our Best Lives.
Unknown.

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Polly awoke to her best friends shrieks and a frantic raven scratching her blankets apart.

"Get off Nev!" She roughly pushed the bird aside and sat up. "What—what's going on? Liz what—"

Then she saw the source of the trouble. A very large frog had apparently jumped in through the window, and decided Po's bed was a good place to chill. Nevermore had caught wind of the uninvited guest, and tried to scratch him out to eat him. Liz, who had been combing her hair, had witnessed the intrusion—and the attack—and began screaming out of excitement and whacking the end of Po's bed with her hair brush.

Polly choked a bit at the sight of dismembered frog in her bed (the poor thing had unfortunately not survived the attack) but Po was not the sort to be disarmed by such a sight.

"STOP NEV!!" She yelled and made a grab at him, "Stop yelling Liz!"

The bird flew to sit on the door and watch disgruntley. Liz, who was quite flushed from her jumping and vocal use, sat down dizzily.

"Ugh, Nevermore I'm I'm gonna kill you!"

The Raven ruffled his inky feathers and said, or 'thought' more like, "i was merely protecting my Master and my domain. Did you expect me to let that beast trash my masters sleeping space? Not Nevermore!—"

Po shook her head. The Raven was daft. She looked at her sheets in disgust. The frog really was a shame. She was rather fond of frogs, at least when alive and hopping. But the bird was semi correct: if the frog had been alive, Po would have been sure to keep it, and in the birds eyes, replace him. The bed was an absolute mess. Damn bird. She turned on Liz.

"And what do you have to say for yourself?"

Pollys best friend gazed down at the floor in shame.

Elizabeth looked mature for her age: her strong, pronounced cheek bones were like her father's; her long chocolate hair like her mother's. She was tall for 14—taller than Po but Polly would never admit it. She had a well rounded body, and very fit, as she and Po did a quantity of running and climbing. Her eyes were dark brown, and took on an iridescence when she had a new stratagem. She was kind, caring, and full of energy. She was a natural planner, even though when she got too overly excited she completely lost her head. Her parents had separated when she was very young—her mother practically leaving her for the wolves—and the court deeming her father, for many reasons, unfit to raise her, so naturally she was sent to 'Mocks Orphanage for the Lonely', a lovely place if you liked old moldering buildings surrounded by stunted trees and fog. She got supervised visits with her father once a month, which she'd informed the court 'was quite enough thank you'.

Polly and Elizabeth where vastly different, with Liz's jumpy excited energy, and Po's quiet darkly sarcastic ways. But they where friends non the less. Best friends.

It made Po's feel very bad to see Liz looking dejected, especially when she was the one to make her so, and Po reproved herself internally, before saying, "Never  mind. Go get breakfast. I'll be there after I this clean up." Liz had a fragile sense of self esteem, and for all her energy got sad quick. Po also knew it would be easier to clean her bed if Liz wasn't there. Best to only have to clean one mess up a day.