Hello my minions!
Fang: You really shouldn't call them that
Me: Don't tell me what to do! Anyways… I'm back with a new story and it's going to be an interesting one to write seeing as I have to watch Netflix to figure out what all I'm doing!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that's copyrighted
Location: Streets of Phoenix, Arizona
Date: April 29, 2013
"Samantha Taylor, aka Amanda Cooke, aka Amber Brooks, aka Dakota Samuels, aka Mikayla Thompson; you are under arrest for the murder of Andrew Baker." I was pulled off the ground, handcuffed, and shoved in the back of an ambulance.
A black hummer screamed around a corner and I fell to the floor of the ambulance, pulling my arresting officer down with me, as gun shots rang through the air and the back window of the ambulance was shot out.
"You're in a lot more trouble than with just the police." The officer sighed.
"Why do you think I changed my name so much?" I answered slightly pissed off that the police wouldn't listen to my side of the story. I guess that's what happens when they know I'm a drug dealer's daughter.
You see the charges their arresting me for are false, it was self-defense. I was taught how to defend myself by one of my father's customers. At the time I didn't know that was how the guy was paying off my dad for the drugs he had bought. A couple months after I was a 'black belt' my father was killed and I was forced into foster care. That was when I found out my dad was a drug dealer. After he was killed some of his 'competition' came after me and I had accidently killed one of the guys and fled the scene. It wasn't until now- 4 years later- that they had figured out I had killed him and they wouldn't listen to me that it was in self-defense…
I was pulled off the floor of the ambulance and into the hospital, being pulled by my arm that had a bullet possibly lodged in it from the lovely (sarcasm) police officer guarding the door.
I hissed in pain as the doctor moved the shoulder while looking at it.
"Well the bullet went through fully; I'll just half to put in a few stitches and she'll have to wear a sling. I need her to remove her shirt, so you'll have to remove the handcuffs." The doctor said talking to the officers. One of the officers unlocked my handcuffs cautiously and watched me after they were removed.
"I'll only take my shirt off if these two leave," I looked at both male officers.
"We can't leave a criminal alone, you either do it yourself or we do it for you and I can guarantee when we do it, it will hurt a lot more." I glared at the officer who said this, he was also the person who got me here. If he hadn't shot me, we'd either be sitting in the police station or I'd be back at home thinking of a new ID.
The door burst open and two people walked in one male, one female.
"We'll be taking over," The two officers went to object but the new people held up a badge and the two police officers left. "Marshall turn around; Samantha, do as the doctor says so he can stitch up your arm."
I pulled my shirt off and the doctor started putting stiches in my shoulder.
After the doctor was finished he put gauze on the wound and the female, I had yet to learn her name, threw me a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt.
"Change into these," She said and then turned to the doctor, "Is she free to leave?"
"Yes," Marshall helped me get the sling on and pulled me out of the hospital to a blue, almost black, SUV.
Location: Albuquerque, New Mexico; U.S. Marshal HQ
Date: May 2, 2013
"I'm a U.S. Marshal Mary, and you will be put in Witness Protection, if you help us put away the men who dealt drugs with your father."
"So your partner is Marshal, Marshall?" I smirked and shook my head, not caring if what I did affected my family. All I had was an adoptive father; who hates me and my adoptive mother walked out on me when I was 18 and they had no rights over me, so I have no care in the world if I leave what I had. I'm 25, I can restart my life like I had to so many times before.
"Yes, now you'll have to give up your whole past. Pictures and contact with your past is forbidden. Your hair will be cut and all distinctive marks will be hid. You are not allowed to tell anyone about your past or thatyou're in witsec." I nodded and pulled out my wallet.
I handed over the pictures I had of the dog I had as a child. The pictures had me riding him like he was a horse when I was about 3; Mary took the pictures and put them into a file.
"Where will I be living?" I handed her my credit cards and ID.
"Houston, Texas; I will find you a job and we will pay for the apartment rent and all the furniture, but you'll have to supply your own groceries."
"'Kay,"
"Come with me and we'll start making you a new ID." I followed Mary out of the room we were just in, into the hallway, where she led me down to a room. Then I sat in a chair and my hair started to be cut.
Location: U.S. Marshal HQ
Date: May 30, 2013
Today was the last step into my new life. I stood in front of Mary and Marshall in faded skinny jeans, a purple over the shoulder shirt that had a lace heart on the back. I had a black tank top underneath so my bra didn't show in the back.
My hair had gone from a long ponytail to the guy version of Alice from Twilight, when it was cut an inch or two under her ear and flipped out. (A/N: So sort of like the guys hair cut on the cover of School's Out Forever, also like Fang's but shorter) I had pink, purple, and blue hair extensions put in with red dying my bangs. I had managed to let Mary let me get my nose pierced.
The scar on my collarbone was gone and I had purple eye shadow on with eye liner on my water line, the corner of my eye and under it. Mascara only on the top lashes.
The biggest change of all though was my name and the lie about my past. My name wasn't that hard to get used to but I kept screwing up my story.
"My name is Maximum Ride, I moved from New Jersey to help my cousin Sarah with her high school classes. It was too difficult to help her over the phone. My parents died when I was 16 and I lived with my Aunt. I'm 25 now and graduated in 2005."
"Good job Max, now that you've got your history down I think I can help you move in." Mary smiled
Mary was supposed to be my cousin Sarah, but I think she won't be able to pull off a high schooler. I mean she was a good 5 inches shorter.
Location: Classified
Date: May 31, 2013
Mary unlocked the door and Marshall went in carrying his gun pointing it around the room. Mary walked in next, and they checked the different rooms of the apartment.
"Clear," Mary said.
"Clear," Marshall responded and he motioned me to walk into the apartment.
I walked into the apartment and looked around the living room. A flat screen was hooked to the wall; a tan couch and matching chairs made a U-shape in front of the TV. A dark brown coffee table sat in the middle of the U. A counter separated the kitchen from the living room. Two doors opened to the balcony.
"Those doors will be getting curtains." Mary smiled while walking over to the counter. She pulled out a pad and pen and started writing something. "Here's my cell number, it will connect you to my work phone, if I'm there. If I'm not, it will just go to my cell."
The whole apartment was nice, a king sized bed sat in the bedroom angled in the corner. The window in the bedroom had black curtains. A walk in closet had some clothes in it.
"You'll have to get more clothes when you need more, or just wait untill you have enough money for a shopping spree." Mary said as I walked into the bathroom.
A large shower sat to my right, a large mirror and counter sat in front of me and a toilet to the left.
"I'll take you to your job tomorrow." Mary set the alarm clock on the stand after setting it, "You'll get up at 5 A.M.; shower; get in your uniform; eat breakfast; and I should be here at 6:30. Your uniform is on your bed."
Mary and Marshall went to the living room and Marshall turned the TV on and flicked through the channels before turning it back off.
"Have a nice night Max," Marshall smiled and pulled the apartment door shut behind him.
I locked the deadbolt and doorknob before turning and walking into the kitchen to make dinner when a knock came at the door.
I looked through the peephole and saw a Hispanic girl standing with a bowl with tin foil covering it.
I unlocked the door and slowly pulled it open, peeking my head around the door.
"Hi, I'm Ella Martinez. I live next door and I just wanted to introduce myself and bring you a dish of spaghetti for dinner." The girl handed me the dish and the door next to mine opened. A male stepped out and draped his arm around the girl -Ella's- shoulders. "This is Iggy my boyfriend," The strawberry blond with bright blue eyes stuck out his hand.
I shook his hand and said "I'm Max," Ella smiled at me.
"Well Max I hope you enjoy your dinner." Ella turned and followed Iggy into the apartment next doors.
I closed the door and locked both locks.
Sitting at the counter, I ate the food Ella had given me.
Location: Max's Apartment
Date: June 1, 2013
I jumped awake at the sudden beeping of the alarm clock. I got out of bed grabbing the uniform off the ground and carried it into the bathroom. I started the water and pulled out a wash cloth and towel.
I took off the plaid pajama bottoms and gray cut off shirt.
After fully stripping I stepped into the shower, wetting my hair.
I put my uniform on and instantly hated it. I had to wear a skirt and the shirt showed off my cleavage (A/N: Somewhat like Two Broke Girls uniforms). I went into the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal.
Around 6:20 there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole seeing Mary, or Sarah my 'younger cousin'. I unlocked the door and opened it for her.
"Where am I working that I have to wear this?" I asked closing the door not bothering to lock it, considering I'm safe with Mary.
"Sally's Diner, it's a 50's styled diner. After today you will have to walk the two miles to the diner and back. You work Monday's, Wednesday's, Friday's and Saturday's. Monday's and Friday's you work from 7 A.M. to 2 P.M. and Wednesday's and Saturday's 2 P.M. to 11 P.M. –which is closing-." Mary handed me a calendar with the days I worked. "Let's go so you can meet Sally herself."
I followed Mary out of my apartment and locked it.
Location: Sally's Diner
"Well it seems you know what to do; I'll let you take tables 18 to 24. And if you don't mind staying until closing, could you stay to see how the afternoon shift works?" Sally smiled when I nodded and she handed me an apron with straws and a note pad in the front pocket before she and Mary went to talk in Sally's office.
A group of elderly people sat at one of my tables and I grabbed 4 menus and skated over to the table. Yeah I said I skated over, that's something everyone has to do here.
"I'm Max; I'll be your waitress this morning. What can I get y'all for a drink?"
After getting their drink orders I went and got the drinks.
"Thank you Max," A one of the elderly women smiled as I set the drinks down.
"You're welcome; are you ready to order?"
"Yes, I'll have the farmer's breakfast," I scribbled down the order and looked up.
"I'll have 2 eggs sunny side up and a sausage link." I nodded after I wrote that down.
"I'll have the farmer's breakfast also." I wrote a two next to the first farmer's breakfast.
"1 pancake and 2 bacon strips." I wrote that last order down and took the menus.
"Your orders will be right out." I smiled and carried the menus back to the stack by the register.
After the group left I went out and cleaned off the table. I put my first tip in my apron and went back to where one of the other waitresses was standing, one that I had sort of made friends with.
"How's it going?" Amber asked.
"I got my first tip, so pretty well I guess." I smiled and held up the twenty.
"Good job!" Amber smiled.
"Thanks,"
So Minions what do you think? Do you likes its? Should's I's continues?
Fang: Can you tell her to stop adding 's's' to everything?
Me: Don't listen's to him's!