Cheeky Says by TokiDoki
Running away is very tricky business, expecially when done right before having to be sent to away to a camp for juvenile delinquents.
Cheeky had decided that her new home would be the M train, a train she had taken more than enough times to remember every stop it made. She would take it from Chambers Street to Metropolitan Avenue, and to Bay Parkway during rush hours.
She dreamt of a rumble in her brain that was eating her up. People on the train did not take notice of her, as was usual, because this was New York, afterall. They did not notice her twitching beneanth her huge marshmallow pink jacket as she huddled up against the wall. The lights flickering in the train fell into her dream as the light flickered in her, as well. And what little light came from the skyline across the glittering river was eclipsed by a foul warehouse, tiny spiderweb like cracks forming in the windows.
"This is...Metropolitan Avenue." Cheeky woke up abrubtly, uncovering her face to look around. "Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to get off the train." Cheeky smiled as said what she usually said to the MTA workers that lingered longer than everybody else. "I'm just going to wait here until the train goes back. I was supposed to get off two stops ago but...I fell asleep." She smiled quantly. The MTA man laughed, brushing some dusty powder from his neon green vest. "Exactly what you said yesterday." He looked behind her, out the window. "BOYS!"
That was how the Police finally caught Cheeky, who had managed to avoid them for 5 weeks. When news of where she would be going reached her, she almost sobbed. Yes, it was The Beckette-Hawking Academy for Juvenile Deliquents, but it was in the one place every true New Yorker dreaded living.
California.