Well, I'm back with a new, bigger and harder fan fiction. This has been a little secret project of mine. I've been hush-hush about it with everyone Except RwbyFan. Thanks for your help in this chapter. Post your reviews if you have ideas about future things in this story, but no sex or anything. This guy's still young. Like, nineteen. Also, Like and Favor this story and suggest it to your friends if you enjoy. I'm done talking so enjoy the new chapter.

My parents were arguing in Father's Office. They'd been shouting for an hour now. I couldn't hear their words but I knew the subject:
Me. I had been caught trying to steal a car three months before graduation and was imprisoned for four months. My parents, wealthy as they were, would not bail me out and saw my punishment just. But when I was home, I tried to deliver some weed for a bit of cash and was caught with three pounds of it. I'd been snitched on and was imprisoned for another six months. This time my parents bailed me out and were now trying to decide my punishment. But they've never been very good at working on the same thing.
Suddenly, the shouting stopped. I assumed Mother needed another drink of whiskey. But when the door opened, Father stuck his head out.
"Jason, come in here." He beckoned to me before slipping back inside. I sat up from my laying position on the small sofa in Father's waiting area. When I walked through the doorway, into Father's office, I saw Mother sitting in one of the two chairs at the front of the desk with a bottle of whiskey in her hand. Her hands shook and her eyes were slightly bloodshot. I could tell she was drunk.
Father was sitting in his business chair by his computer and his stacks of business related papers on his desk.
"Jason," he said. "I'm... disappointed in your recent behavior. What do you have to say for yourself?" He placed his folded arms on his desk and waited.
"I was only trying to earn money," I started to explain. "You know I don't have any job or anything. I don't have a car. Some guy walked up to me one day and offered me a deal. It sounded good so I took the deal to steal a car for him. Then the same guy told me why I was caught and told me to get some weed from a friend of his and deliver it to him."
"Son, we drive you everywhere you need to go. We put food down your throat and a roof, under which to sleep. That basically means we own you, me and your mother. So you obey our rules, got that?"
"Dad, you told me this last time."
Now Mother joined in. "But did you listen to your father? No. You went and committed another crime. We now have your punishment planned. Steve?" Father nodded and stood, holding a black booklet and a slip of paper. He slid them towards me.
"Jason. We won't deal with you anymore. We're sending you to Los Santos." "What?! Why? Where will I go once I get there?"
"Don't worry. We put in a voicemail to your uncle and aunt, telling them to come pick you up at the airport. If they do forget, which they do, here's the address." He pointed at the second slip, hidden under the plane ticket. I knew the trip would be longer than a hour. Liberty City isn't even in the same state as Los Santos. San Andreas was an Island off the East coast. Liberty City was on the West coast. Way totally different places. "Tomorrow," Father said. "You'll have your packed bag loaded into the car and driven to the airport, with you in it." I knew if I wasn't on that plane, Father would send out an arrest warrant for my head.

The next morning, I rolled off of my bed and landed on my packed bag.
"Rise and shine, Jason," Father said and he nudged my back.

"Nugh," I groaned. I was still tired. "What time is it?" A clock dropped in front of my, saying that it was 8 on the dot. Wow, great alarm. Father probably waited until the moment this clock said 8:00 to dump me on the floor.

"C'mon, son. We got twenty minutes before you have to be out in that car." I did as asked and got ready. Twenty minutes later I was in the passenger seat of Father's Adder, speeding off to catch a plane to Los Santos, alone.

The flight arrived around midday and I dragged my carry-on as I walked down the hall thing of planes. I emerged from the tunnel and the sun's glare hit my eyes. I tried to shield my eyes and knocked my sunglasses off my face.

"Here, sir," a young woman said. "You dropped these." The girl held out the glasses. I slowly reached out and attempted to take them, but the girl pulled back her hand a bit. "Ah-ah. Nothing here in Los Santos is free. You gotta give me something. Tell me about yourself and I will hand over the glasses." "My name is Jason Winaire," I answered. "And I'm eighteen and a half. Can you give me back my sunglasses?"
"That wasn't much but a deal's a deal." She held out two hands, one with the glasses and one to shake my hand. I took my glasses and slipped them on. I started to walk away when she grabbed my shirt collar.
"Shake my hand or never take another breathe," she growled in my ear. I could see a cop about three hundred feet away casually avoiding looking at us. This girl could kill me and she was willing to.
"Fine. Its not even a big deal." I shook her hand after she let my lucky blue shirt go.
"I'm Sharon," she said. I let go of her hand and let mine drop. Sharon smirked at me before walking away. What the hell happened there?

I knew that my Uncle wasn't here as soon as I scanned the crowd. There were no signs with my name on it. I wasn't just going to wait around or anything, waiting for him so I just grabbed my bags from the ground. I walked out of the sliding glass doors into the beautiful sunlight. It was a warm day in Los Santos. Kinda hot, actually. I walked down the concrete sidewalk a bit and hailed one of the twenty cabs parked outside. "You got cash, son?" The gruff guy in the front seat was chewing on one of those old cigars you see in movies.
"Yeah. I got some cash. I need to go to this address." I handed him the slip of paper with the address on it.
"You going way out there," he asked.
"Yeah? Why," I asked tentatively.
"Son, that'll cost you almost three hundred bucks, going out to practically the other side of San Andreas. The place is in Blaine County. Sorry kid. You'll need to find a ride from some rando." I got out of the guy's cab before he finished and walked away.

The next half hour was unsuccessful. No one in a block was going to this Blaine county. I'd asked almost everyone. The two hundred and twenty in my pocket wasn't enough for a cab and no one else was willing to drive there.

Suddenly, a figure from the shadows walked up to me.

"I've heard about your plans. Here is some advice. But first I must tell you something. You see all these people. They're getting into their cars to go a mile. A human can easily go that far. Why not give these lazy bums a push and steal their car? They'll live, but you'll have a car." The man turned too fast for me to ask any questions. His face was covered by a black scarf except his left eye. Damn, he's weird.

But, after ten more useless minutes, I was ready to take the Mystery man's advice. Passing by the airport was a Declasse Asea. It was silver and it was a pretty cheap looking car. The speed limit in the port's zone was, like, five miles an hour since that's how slow everyone else moved. Deciding fast, I jumped up and jogged/snuck up behind the Asea and thought of myself like a spy. They had the right to take a car without warning, didn't they? I pulled my guilt down and my courage up.

three, two... One!

At the end of my countdown, I sprung up from behind the car and ripped open the driver's door and saw a middle aged man. I didn't want to do it but I ripped the man from the car... Or at least I tried. The seat belt was still fastened. Seeing his chance, the guy socked me in the jaw. While I was dazed the guy tried to close his door, only problem was I was there. He slammed his door into my right hip and pain shot through my leg. That shook me out.

The second try was more successful. I grabbed the guy's seat belt and clicked the pin. The spring in the base pulled back the slack and smacked the old man in the face, splitting his chin. I took advantage now and pulled the guy out of his seat. Now the car was mine. Hee hee hee!

How was that? Please leave your comments and reviews. I can't get better without criticism and support. Anyway, I'll try to publish the next chapter ASAP. I was just so excited about this story. LowePlays, signing out.