Chapter one
This sucks. This sucks! THIS SUCKS!
I was going to freak any second now, I could feel it. This room is to small, how can they hold people here?
I looked over to the bars of my cell and saw the guard shaking his head at me. Okay so I'm in jail…for stealing…a car…the president's car. Yea, I know, "Why would you do that? Your bound to get caught." Well I kinda needed to get caught. Yeah, you're probably a bit confused right? (If you said no, that's just too dam bad)
I'm max, and I'm special. Not like stop-eating-the-paste special, but I'm-not-like-you special. And I'm not—like you, I mean. You probably have a bed and a family and friends. I, on the other hand, have me and the cloths on my back.
I'm kinda on the run. But its not the i-hate-my-parents kind of running away—but I'm not too found of my parents—no, I run away to save others, because if I get close to anyone they will kill them.
They always do. They killed my 'rents, my brother, my best friend, and my dog. No one is safe from them. Not even me.
So I've become a gypsy and have been off the radar for the last couple of months. I've been everywhere in the continental U.S.. I am currently in DC and that brings us to the present. I needed cops and somewhere safe to stay.
Because they found me.
And this time they're not killing people close to me.
This time they're gonna kill me.
Or so they think.
So? This is the first chapter of my first fanfic. I hope it didn't suck. Well I'm going camping on Friday. So ill try to post a new chapter when I get back.
Review please.