It's late, and I know that around this time my parents will call, but that doesn't stop me from speeding off in the opposite direction. I head towards the first dark alley because soon, the cops will be on my cheeks.

(Sirens shriek)

I panic, so I jog in the shadows of LA. It has to be around 9:30 because I can't see anything. I climbed the fence and keep moving. I hide behind the dumpster to catch my breath. I start sweating. What did I do?

Flashback:

I stood in mini mart looking for some milk when the bell dings. I look up curious. Just some old guy in a nice suit. Ohh how wrong could I be. The gunshots come like rain and I duck. This is a robbery. The guy in the suit was the leader. I hit the nearest guy and picked up the gun.

"Freeze! Or I'll shoot!" I held the guy as a ransom because I just wanted them to leave. They smirked and shot the man I held any way. I threw the gun at them and made a run for it. During some point, someone called the cops. I ran and never looked back.

End Flashback.

I was shaking. I was already sent to juvy, twice, for stealing and fighting, but the second time was my last chance.

"Keep it up and the next stop for you will be Boot camp or Boarding school!" I remember my mom screaming.

I smiled just thinking about her. I just wanted to go home. I looked up and to my luck, the policeman stops.

"Come on son. We need you in for questioning." I sigh. I do not want to go back to juvy.

(At the station)

"Noah!Oh my baby! Are you ok? Did they hurt you?" My mom rushed in and kissed my forehead. I was shaking recalling the previous events.

"Ma'am, he's free to go." I blew out a breath. I never had been more scared in my life. I mean, I don't get scared, but my parents can be scary, especially when they stress. I was toast.

The car ride was silent. I stared out the window watching the late night streets zoom by. I rub my eyes. We pull up in the drive way and the engine is cut.

"Noah, it's late so why don't you go on up to your room. The important thing is you are safe. We'll talk in the morning." My mom whispers. I almost cringed when I looked into her eyes. I did this to her. I made her worry, not the twins, me, the oldest. The adopted one. I fled the car, in shame. The kids at school were right. My real parents didn't love me because they didn't even want me. I ran up the steps as the first tear escaped my eye.