CHAPTER SIX: RUN FOR COVER
As they proceeded onward, Snively felt a sense of guilt. 'Father was somewhat right. I didn't get to know Sam as well as I could have. I should have had more patience with her than I did.' A tablet appeared before them, with numbers on it, starting at ten. They walked into another living room, only more homey and certainly cleaner. They saw Sam talking to an older girl with black hair.
"So, this is your first time in a foster home with other kids around?"
"Yeah." Sam looked at the clock briefly, then asked, "Jessi, when are they going to be home?"
"You need to chill, Sam. They'll be home soon." Sydney, Shadow, and Snively felt like they were falling again.
"What happened?" Sydney yelled.
"Who knows?" Shadow replied. They hit solid concrete, groaning while getting up.
"Ungh, what happened?" Shadow inquired.
"Who knows," Snively replied darkly. They noticed a group of teenagers standing around, dressed in black and watching the sun go down. They saw Sam, looking kind of like they were used to seeing her. Differences they took notice of were she was a couple inches shorter, she looked younger, and her hair was black. The group remained silent until the sun set and night had fallen.
"Ready?" Sam inquired abruptly. The group moved quickly and silently. Sydney looked at the tablet that Snively had.
"Look," she said, pointing at the tablet. The ten had been crossed off and under it was the number thirteen. They looked up at the group, taking notice of the spray paint cans they were holding.
"I know what's going," Sydney said, "this is that one destructive gang."
"Gang? No, no, no; Sam would never be in a gang," Snively said hurriedly, not wanting to believe the truth.
Once he saw Sam and the rest of the gang spray painting buildings, he had to face the fact that Sam was a gang member. They heard the sirens of the police cars. They heard Sam mutter something lowly but couldn't make out what she said. The gang took off in separate ways, planning on meeting somewhere else.
Sam brushed past Snively and ran off, hearing the sirens getting closer. She tripped on a tree root, falling and twisting her ankle. The three watched as two police officers pulled her up off of the ground. One of them held her still while the other cuffed her hands behind her, Sam not moving because of the pain that her ankle was giving her.
"I know, I know: 'I have the right to remain silent. Anything I do can and will be held against me in the court of law,'" Sam said.
"Lovely, we have the one with the smart mouth," one of the cops said.
The scene faded into black and Shadow said, "you wouldn't think Sam was ever in a gang, let alone get arrested for vandalism." The other two nodded in complete agreement.
