Sympathy for the Devil

This would be the beginning to my story. Tell me if you like it or not. Their is going to be tons of fax and I can promise it will be freaking awesome (or I'll owe you all cookies) so read on! :)

Preview/Chapter 1

"Step on it! Petal to the metal! Whatever you're supposed to say, just GO!"

Iggy, my brother and best friend, did what I said and we were speeding of into the dark.

"I can't believe we actually pulled it off again," Nudge, my other best friend, squealed from the back seat.

"Calm down, Nudge," I said, still laughing my head off like a maniac, "We're still being chased by the coppers. Ha! I can't believe I just said that. But seriously, Iggy, we gotta loose them or deal with a freaking life sentence in jail, and you know how much I hate English class."

"I doubt they would put us in jail for a life sentence. We're only fifteen," Nudge said.

Iggy spun the steering wheel so fast that we pivoted on the back wheel in a sharp U-turn.

We sped past the police and burst out laughing at their confused faces.

After that we were silent on the way back to our house.

Before I continue, maybe I should explain things a little bit.

Iggy, Nudge and I live in a house by ourselves because our parents were too fed up to deal with us. We get a check every week that is supposed to make up for all the missed moments with our parents. Of course, no lousy check can make up for abandoning your kids. Our way of fighting back is kind of stupid, but the adrenaline and thrill of it all just makes it all worth it.

At school we get into constant fights, as in the throwing fists type of fight. We always speed. We run with scissors. Ha, ha, just kidding.

Who would do something as bad as running with scissors?

Worst of all, we steal.

Not just little things, like pick-pockets, we steal insane amounts of money from the wealthy.

Now you're probably expecting me to say that we give it to the poor.

Well, even though I will deny it if anyone ever asks, Iggy, Nudge, and I almost never keep anything we steal. Usually it ends up at the doorstep of some charity.

So, that's my life so far in a nutshell.

Now, back to reality:

Iggy tossed me one of the duffel bags filled with cash and he took one himself. Nudge unlocked our front door and we brought the bags in, threw them on the couch, and went to sleep in our rooms.

A typical day in the life of Maximum Ride.