All Jeanie Francis wanted was a peaceful summer break with no distractions and no stressful situations...and it would've been possible is she hadn't met Arden with no last name...who seem to be adamant on ruining her summer...or in his words 'More f...
Sirens sounded from the far distance and within seconds, teenagers were scattering around running from the scene as fast as they can disappear. Amongst the many teens who were currently on the run, was me, the mastermind behind this whole ordeal
Arden is my name, and I'm well known for being troublesome. Its not that I seek trouble or go places were trouble can simply find me, I'm rebelious by nature. Its a bad DNA that never seemed to skip me and all of the male members of my family. Except my brother Asher, who is the epitome of good boy next door, while I was born bad
I was finalising my last piece of art on the walls of penny state bridge as the rest of my gang fled the premises as soon as they heard the loud sound of life in prison for vandalism on private property. The only people left besides me were my two best friends who would stick by me no matter the amount of trouble coming our way
Sebastian and Thunder
“C'mon man lets go before its too late” Thunder stressed as he too were stuffing his materials in his scooby doo bag pack, to which I stole from a near by gift shop as a dare from the devil himself, and proceeded to gift it to the moron who's eyes were bulging out of their sockets from the approaching problem
“Two strikes, we cant be caught A, C'mon” Sebastian reasoned as trouble was fast approaching with flashlights that could give away our identities and place us at the scene of the crime. And if we didnt high tail it out of here now, we are done for. I quickly threw my materials into my black leather bag pack and throwing it over the fence as the two did the same
“Go then” We ran into the direction we originally came with and quickly dived through the fence, Sebastain and Thunder going first and me last. But as nature would have it, my leg caught into the small hole and I was stuck trying to get my foot through it
“Shit!”
“What?” The two exclaimed in unison as they turned to see what my commotion was about, only to curse themselves as they sae the predicament I was currently facing. Like I said, trouble is in my DNA so it was inevitable to not be stuck in a situation that will get me thrown in a prison cell for the night, but as it was friday night it would mean that if I did get caught, I'd spend the entire weekend contimplating my life choices in a four walled prison cell
Which wasn't I envisioned spending my weekend
“Get me out of this c'mon!”
“Were trying!” They yelled in similar distress as they were yanking my leg trying to get it out of the hole, but as it was a futile attempt, the flashlights shone on our bodies and the two police officers grunted at seeing the culprits who tried to run but wasnt fast enough
“Well, hello boys” One of them muttered as he shone the flashlight into our faces, temporarily blinding us. The string of curses rolled out of my tounge at seeing who exactly caught us, the man whom we've had way to many encounters with, me more than the other two
Gregory Rodgers, or officer Rodgers
He unlike his partner, hated us, me more than others. He called us the three devil spawns who made his life a living hell, to which wasn't true to some extent. Sure we had too many run ins with him around town, but making his life a living hell is a far fetched truth. Yes we made him run miles once or twice, but the man needed the exercise now and then, to reduce the amount of donut fat he consumed on a daily basis
“You have got to be kidding me! You three again? I'm starting to get tired of arresting you boys” His partner exclaimed in absolute annoyance, and me being the ringer of all that is bad, had no chance of escaping this one
“Strike three, you're out” laughed the manic that is Rodgers, who's life goal was just fulfilled. Once again, I cursed the heavens for having made me the resident bad boy that I am, granted it was a fulfilling lifestyle that came with certain perculiar perks. One of them was having lawyer parents who could get me and my friends out of this mess
But then again, my chances were'nt looking good this time
“This is so not happening right now, my mom is going to throttle me for sure. Or ship me to Barbados with my Uncle Kit” Complained a very distressed Sebastain who was two seconds from cursing out in spanish
“We're used to this, how bad can it be?” Motivated my inner self positivity, but I had a very bad feeling that we striked out on luck and this night was going to be a hell of a night to remember when I'm sentenced five years in prison
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