Skipping

"Just do it!" They'd said.

"They won't even realize your gone!"

"I've never gotten caught! Not once!"

Now, with the police sirens from outside blaring in my ears, my looks screaming homeless, cuffs that I'd never thought would be around my wrists, clearly there, and a gun pressed at my head, threatening to release a bullet, I don't know what I was going to do. Why did I listen to them? Why did I have to be so stupid? What had I been thinking? How was I gonna get out of this mess? What was I going to do?