AN: Hey guys! So, as promised, here's my new story, Most Wanted! Starring Winnie and Dempsy, the unlikely partnership! This'll be switching back and forth between a journal format and a regular story format, so I hope you like it! My first try at journals, so don't hate me if it's bad!
Hiya, guys! The name's Winnie! If you haven't already guessed, I'm kinda the main character here. Hmm, let's see, how should I start this? I guess I could describe myself. Well, for starters, I have long, black hair that I usually just wear down and knotty. I'm not really one for appearences, ya know?
Anyway, my eyes are orange. A nice, neon orange, too. I know, as if I wasn't noticeable enough, right? Well, my usual attire would be jean shorts, some high tops, a graphic tee (I try to make it a different one every day), some striped socks, suspenders, and a white scarf that covers my chin and occasionally my mouth if I'm trying to look intimidating, which I'm pretty good at.
Anyway, how are you even supposed to do these diary things, anyway?
Oh, thank you, Dempsy I would have never guessed you're supposes to write in it. Dempsy would be my partner. She has long whit hair that's usually kept in pigtails that she usualy ties at the bottom of her head. Her eyes are blue. But sometimes they're green. I can never tell with that one.
But, much to Dempsy's dismay, I'm afraid that I won't be starting this story at a time when I knew her. No, my story starts at a time when I had myself in... let's just say, a bit of a pickle.
"Pickles? I like pickles!" Said Dempsy just a second ago. Of course, I had to write it down. Are you ready? I suggest you grab a blanket and some popcorn, cuz my prologue is pretty damn interesting.
We start in a forest, just outside of the wonderful, money-filled city of Annapolis. Maryland, that is. This forest, my dearies, is no ordinary forest. Why, this forest is home to the infamous Abbey Street Gang! My flesh and blood!
No, like LITTERALLY. Actually, back at base camp it was always pretty lively! Now, a few words about the Abbey Cats; most of them were hairy pedophilic men. Few teens walked the pathways in between the various tents and hammocks of the Abbey Cat's HQ. Me being one of 'em. But, sadly, I was one of the only three girls. And I was THE most wanted criminal in all of Annapolis! Get that!
From here, I'll tell you how it all went down in normal story format. Present tense, of course, because everyone loves present tense. If you don't, then suck it up. It't my story, not yours.
"Hey! Winnie!" A voice from behind me calls. I turned around and observe the small brown haired figure it belongs to. I frown when I realize there's two of them.
"What do you idiots want?" I ask with a scowl, making a point to look down on them in order to make them feel small.
"Can we use your bike?" The one with the blue eye asks. I laugh.
"Like I'd let you two use it after what happened last time!" I say. The one with the green eye pouts.
"Aww, but it was an accident! We fixed it!" He says. I tilt my chin up and direct my pupils toward their innocent litttle faces. Ha! Yeah, sure, innocent.
"No, Hamlet fixed it. You two sat there and taunted him with ice cream." I remind them.
"But we told him about what happened!" Blue persists. I shake my head. "No means no. Now go steal a cupcake or something." I say.
Those two? Oh, well those would be the Henning brothers. Blue and Red. I call them that because both of them have one brown eye, but the only way to tell them apart is that one has one blue eye, and the other one red eye. Otherwise, they're exactly the same down to the clothing they wear. AKA cargo pants and a black t-shirt.
Speaking of shirts, I recall the shirt I had been wearing that fateful day was an Invader Zim one I had recently stolen from Hot Topic. It has Gir on it, his dog hood off and his arms outspread with the words 'Come at me, bro' written underneath of him.
Anyhoo, so I make my way down to my friend's tent, the tent where most of the teens here hang out.
"Yo! Hamlet! Got any Sprite?" I called as I sashay through the opening. He laughs in response. "Nice to see you too, Winnie!" He responded, placing a lukewarm, dented blue-and-green soda can on the table. I plop down across from him and crack it open.
Hamlet is two years older than me. He has blonde hair that is the softest I've ever seen, ever. We call him Hamlet because the only thing he ever steals is food. And he eats like a pig. An adorable, well-groomed pig.
"Where have you been? You were supposed to come with me to rob that new store downtown!" Raz conplains. Raz is my best friend here. We call her Raz because of her hair. It's a deep red and curls at the bottom, and with her freckles and neon green eyes she looks like a strawberry. But we call her Raz, short for raspberry because Straw is just plain stupid.
"Sorry! I overslept." I tell her. Raz specializes in clothing and accesories. She's pretty girly, for a criminal.
"Whatever..." she mutters. I laugh and glug down half of my sprite in one go.
"So anything new yet?" I ask Hamlet. He shakes his head. "Nope. But the bank next to Claybakers needs some new employees in the security department. Meaning they're down a couple guards." He responds. I sigh and kick my feet up on the table, leaning back in my foldable chair.
"Yeah, but I just went to a bank yesterday... I'm talking like something big, like maybe... a jewelry store! Yeah, we could go take the biggest emerald there!" I say, stretching my arms out for effect. I take a sip of my soda.
"What would you need one of those for?" Hamlet asks. I shrug. "I dunno, I guess I just really like big green shiny things." I tell him. He rolls his eyes.
"Come on, Winnie! I need some clothes anyway, so why don't we hit that shop later tonight?" She asks. I groan. "Raaaazz..." I whine. She sighs. "Fine. Go steal yourself a emerald. Or a diamond, for all I care. Just don't expect me to come with you." She says. I grin. "You don't need to!" I tell her. I prefer solo missions, anyway.
I moan. Why, you might ask? Well simply because I
Got
Caught.
And it's not because of one of my stupid mistakes, either! Nooo, it was all those little mis-matched twerps! Even though I told them they couldn't ride my motorcycle, they went and took it out for a joyride. So, when I tried to make my grand escape and yell over my shoulder, "You'll never catch me, coppers!" Like they do in the movies, I was busy frantically trying to get my bike to start. Too bad it was out of fucking gas!
"Hey, watch it with the cuffs!" I mumble as the cop leading me down the hall yanked my hand cuffs to the right, causing my wrists to get all scratched up. He ignores me and yanks it even harder. "Agnh!" I grunt. He opens a cell door and shoves me in it. I hit the ground with a thud and grit my teeth to keep from yelping.
"We've been looking for you for a looong time," The guard says. "How does it feel to finally be caught?" He asks with a triumphant smirk. I don't respond. He laughs and walks away. I lie on the floor until something gross wavers itself into my nose. I sniff, gag, and scramble to a sitting position. I notice the person curled up in the corner, snoring slightly and his foot twitching. Then I hear another unpleasent noise and it starts to stink even more. My right eye twitches.
Has he been blowing it up in here the whole time?! Gross!
Okay, so here's a little update on my situation. Those two freaky-eyed twerps drained my gas tank along with my patience, I got thrown in jail with a cell mate who smells like... hmm, is that chedder?
FUCKING STRING CHEESE.
Ugh, this sucks ass! SO FRICKIN' MUCH!
Anyway, so it seems you get my situation so far. I'll continue next time I get the chance, but for now Dempsy's dragging me off somewhere, so I'll see ya later!
AN: Like it? It starts out kinda slow, but it'll get better, I swear! Tell me what you think so far, kay? Kay!
Read and rebiew, plzz!
Byee!
-TRG