"Half a pound of Tuppenny rice
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the monkey goes
Pop! goes the weasel!"
I whistle as I hand the cashier the "fished" credit card. I watch her as she does whatever she does best. I begin tapping my foot against the floor rather impatiently.
Don't say it Samantha, that tale is old. Keep quiet. Don't voice it out. Keep mute, collect your bagels. Just don't talk...
I purse my lips in a thin line and when I just couldn't hold in my patience any longer, I burst out.
"A girl walked up to me sometime ago and said and I quote 'what should I do? Accidental suicide Or drunk driving?' You want to know what I said?", I ask the cashier who is not really interested in what I have to say
"I'd rather you not tell me miss, you have paid for the bagels, here is your receipt. Please leave now, there's a long line behind you"
"Okay, since you begged me to tell you so dearly, I'll oblige only because I am so nice", I continue, not giving any attention to the pleas of the cashier for me to stop.
"I told the young lady accidental suicide because let's face it. Drunk driving is not the surest way to die. For all I know, she may end up killing someone else and go to jail. Worst case scenario, she doesn't even die. So after telling her that, you won't believe what she did"
I say, ignoring the low grunts from the individuals behind me. I just can't help talking. I'm a talkative no doubt.
"She gasped and gave me a horrified look and I said 'what' and she said 'I thought you are my friend' and I scoffed because I've only known this girl for like what? Thirty minutes max and so she went on saying stuffs like 'oh you're supposed to tell me don't do that', 'oh you're going to die' or 'what's wrong'. I mean I'm no fucking therapist and if you didn't want to die, why did that thought cross your mind in the first place?".
At this point, the cashier was on the verge of calling security and the other customers were starting to get aggravated. Some were already cursing at me. I trust myself to only frustrate them more.
"Hey watch it, no swearing! Can't you see kids everywhere?", I yell at them to purposely infuriate them.
Soon enough, I see four Federal Bureau of Investigation agents (FBIs) and six Military Intelligence, section 6 (MI6) and I take that as my cue to run.
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The MI6 is a secret intelligence service commonly the foreign intelligence service of the government of the United Kingdom, tasked mainly with the convert over seas collection and analysis of human intelligence in support of the UK's national security. Just as the FBI is for the United States, so is the MI6 for the United Kingdom.
The MI6 and the FBIs evolved alongside one another, but their relationship hasn't been constructive. But ever since the FBI agents heard about the escapade from the prison, they have worked hand in hand to catch all the criminals that escaped. So far they have captured all criminals except me and Tallulah.... Hopefully.
It's been four years since the escapade from jail.
For four years I've been running. I sleep in fear, I eat in fear. I live in fear.
I take a step but not without checking my back ten times. Luckily I haven't been caught. Hopefully I find the real killer before being caught.
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The Escapade |Editing|
AdventureShe was blamed for a crime she didn't commit, hardened by circumstances and disgusted by anything pertaining to love. Now, the happy-go-lucky girl; Samantha, has been on the run for years, running from the demons of her past and from a crime she di...
