Thieves
Amy
Laine
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Dashing
from the house, drenched in sweat, I have no idea where I'm going, or
what I'm going to do. All I know is I have to get away from here. I
should have known that mom and dad would pull something like this!
Couldn't they think once of the son they barely knew existed? Was I
that unimportant to them? Whatever, what was done was done and you
can't erase the past, much as I wanted to. Slinging my backpack over
my shoulder, I ran for anywhere- anywhere that would get me far away.
The police would be on my trail any minuet now. It became a chant in
my head. Run!
Run! Run! The
coldness wrapped around my body as soon as I had set foot from the
house.
Sadly,
my jacket was in my backpack. I pulled it out, still running, and
tried to slip it on. No good, I'd have to stop to do it. I set my
pack down carefully, and quickly zipped up the jacket. As I take off
again, it dawns on me. Mom
and dad are thieves! How
did I never know this? Did I think that because my mom didn't work
and my dad worked at McDonald's that those awesome gifts I got on my
birthday were suddenly free? I couldn't believe I was stupid enough
to think that maybe they saved up for their wonderful son, who's
basketball games they never went too, who's friends could never come
over because there was no adult supervision, and failed in most of
his report cards to catch his dad's attention.
“Conner,”
the last thing my mom said to me before she and dad ran an 'errand',
“This opportunity will be big for us. I want you to follow in our
footsteps and make us proud. Something might happen-” (What
footsteps? Working at McDonald's?) Unforgivably stupid as I was, I
interrupted to ask a question. “What do you mean mom? You're coming
back aren't you?” I'd set down my Droid (also stolen probably) and
sat up on the leather couch (don't ask- you already know where that
might have come from too). Mom had gotten this odd look on her face,
like she was considering telling me something important. Instead she
shook her head as if to dash the thought to pieces and said, “Dinner
is in the fridge. Warm it up for yourself. Don't stay up too late.”
With that she planted a kiss on my head, even though I was much to
old for that. Dad had walked in and given me a thump on the back, and
walked out the door to start the car. See? No words, no 'goodbye'
from the worlds best dad. Typical.
Somewhere
around ten o' clock I got a phone call. I was crunching down some
stale pizza, which I may add was not what mom told me to eat, and
hunting some monsters down on my Xbox. Some other players that I
didn't know kept stealing all the good game, but I didn't talk to
them. I'm not a social guy. Still chewing loudly I answered into the
phone, “Hello-crunch
crunch-
who is this? Crunch
Crunch.”
The other person on the other end took a moment to reply, probably
trying to regain their dignity from my (rude I suppose) chewing. “Is
this...(shuffling on the other end) Conner...” The person on the
other end sounds male. Probably in his mid thirties or so.
“Bru-bre-by-” The other man stammers. No one can ever say my last
name. Buraybeska. “Never mind my last name- this is Conner.” I
sigh impatiently into the phone. By now all the monsters will be
dead, and I'll have zero points! I take another sloppy bite of pizza
still listening to the guys voice. “Take a deep breath- your
parents are in the police custody at this moment. They were caught
trying to steal a treasure chest of diamonds from the jewelers shop.
Their trial will be held in a week, but will be proven guilty. There
is enough evidence. It will surprise you to know, that your parents
were very...famous in the FBI and Secret Police. I believe the
government kept special tabs on your house as well.” I don't
remember my reaction. Sad? Not really. Mad? Possibly. Happy- 0
points.
“Hello?
Are you there Conner?” The other guy asks.
“Yeah...um,
so what will happen to me now?”
“Possibly
first you will go to the Homeless Shelter for Boys but only for a
temporary time, and then we might move you to Foster Care unless one
of your relatives claims you before then, and then-”
“Thanks,
but no thanks!”
“You
have no choice.” The man sounds annoyed. I guess his day just is
not going right. “We'll see about that.” I slammed the phone
down, and suddenly couldn't concentrate on Monster Hunting 3 anymore.
Why hadn't mom and dad once thought about what would happen to their
son if they got caught? Oh wait- mom did. She wanted me to become a
criminal too. Gee
thanks for the advice mom! My
fury bubbles up inside of me, but I almost as if I this was a typical
day, in which things like this always happen I walk to my room.
In
slow motion, I pack all the things I would need into the biggest back
pack I had. Which is too say, normal size for a seventh grader. In
goes my Ripley's Believe It Or Not special edition, a pack of gum,
baseball cards, Droid, cell phone, and brush. After trying to stuff
my Xbox into it, I realize it won't fit. In place of it goes a bag of
chips and a picture of the girl I just can't stop looking at in the
hallway. I admire my packing skills until I hear one of the few times
my dad talked to me echoing in my head. We were packing to go stay in
the mountains for four days.
“Conner,”
His voice was stern as her surveyed my choices. “You need to pack
the necessary items? Do you need gum? Really?” It's like dad is in
this very room spitting in my face. Well
now your in jail!
I think must to make myself feel better. I look at my things. Did I
need them? Yes-no-yes-yes-no-no-no....darn it! I emptied my backpack
again and started over.
In
when some food, beef jerky, ramen noodles, cold pizza, Gatorade and a
water bottle. Then my cell phone, one pair of extra clothes, jacket,
small throw pillow, girls photo, wallet with $205, and a copy of The
Hunger Games
in case surviving in the wild got boring. Because this is exactly
what I was going to do. Run away, make friends with bears, eat
berries and grass, and become a lunatic for the rest of my days on
Earth.
Once
I'm set up, I use the restroom. Who knows when there will be a
bathroom out in the woods? As I head out the house, I grab hand
sanitizer. Clean hands, dirty hands, they make a difference
sometimes. (Key word: Sometimes-mom!)
I
know I have to act fast though. That police officer probably wants to
grab my neck and strangle me- which probably leads to the moral of my
day so far. Never hang up on 911.
I
bolt out the door, and then here I am running for all it's worth. I
still don't know how I am going to survive. What am I doing? Where
will I go? The woods at night, don't seem like a good option to me. I
can hear sirens in the distance, but as they get closer to my house,
they are shut off. They really think I'm deaf? Just because those
stupid police guys turn off their signal of Trying
to close in on criminal's son
will help catch me?
I
dart into a bush and watch an officer kick open the door of my house.
“What's with the James Bond?” I mutter under my breath. The guy
even has a gun! What would I do? Hit them on the head with the
Guinness World Records? (Not a bad idea!) Soon two more officers
follow and I decide to leave. When they realize I'm not hiding behind
the couch, they'll come looking. But the odds? Am I really that
important? Just as I thought that an officer comes out of the
house yelling into his radio.
“We
need that boy! He's important!
The son of two famous thieves mixed in breed? He could be dangerous!
Tell the shop owners to be on the look out.”
So
much for them not searching for me. I take a deep breath and then
race over flat, marsh, mud, dry, and concrete ground. I can't tell if
they saw me but no car follows. My jacket seems like little warmth,
but for now, it has to do. I can't go in a shop to buy some more
jackets, or a blanket because managers will close their doors and
call the FBI if they even think they see me from 400 miles away!
I
forget this two hours later, as I wearily travel the streets. It's
almost one o' clock and I had no sleep last night. As I wonder in
front of a small gift shop a man, comes out. Bleary eyed, and looking
as if he just got up from bed. Then he locks eyes on me. “Sortez
d'ici!” He shrieks, in obviously French. Okay...what
does THAT mean? I
wonder. Seriously, dude- It's not cool pretending you speak
French.“Pound!” The man cries and locks the shop door. Did he
just say the pound? What am I- an animal?
I
decide to take it as a compliment- how else should I put it? I walk
over to a park bench, and- well after that I guess I fell asleep.
When I woke up I heard voices and a guy talking quietly (only not so
much) into his radio. WTH!
Is the first thought. The next moment, I was up, and pounding grass
underneath my feet as I took off for the woods. A guy dressed in
camou leaps up out of a bush shouting and waving his hands. His voice
is barely audible in my sleepy brain. “Move in! Move in on B-by-bu-
Move in on Conner!” Maybe
last names do help sometimes!
I
don't know how long they've been chasing me. It was stupid of me to
let that French speaking Pound talking dude see me. I give myself a
thwack on the head, just for that, as I run. My throat burns, and I
need something to drink. It occurs to me that I have not had food
yet. I check over my shoulder and see two police officers chasing me.
I would have thought, I was 'important'
and
have my own satellite by now!
My
legs, are complaining for me to stop. Yeah, I don't usually wake up
to officers in my face, and then take off running in the park.
Neither do I normally sleep on a hard bench! (Although you would
THINK I would!) Another thing to add to my list of No Mores- Never
sleep on a hard bench in the middle of a park, and let a French
speaking shop owner see you, because he will call the Police on you
(even though the guy thought it was the pound).
I
scan the area, looking for any safe place to hide. But the place
where I am at, is all open terrain.
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