I trust Neal, don't get me wrong. But, last time, he gave my address to the FBI last time- and I really liked that place. I had to move out because of him, and he's still not sure if he should tell Peter about where I am. I get his indecision. A fifteen year old alone on the streets on your conscience is something I wouldn't want if I was Neal. So, I just had to follow him and see if he set me up.

Neal was taking his usual route to the FBI. Yeah, I know his patterns. Can you blame me? He's the only one that... cares, I guess. But, I don't want him to. Right? I'm Felicity Caidmen! I don't need anyone. Peter met him halfway there with coffee. This was the trickiest part. Getting close enough to hear the conversation without getting spotted. Neal always had an eye out for listeners, and Peter could tell if you made a wrong move. They stopped in front of a clothing store. Perfect, it's not odd for a teenage girl to walk near a store. Lowering my hat a bit, I walked right past them.

"How was June's granddaughter?" Peter asked with a hint of suspicion in his voice. I got tense, Neal was hesitating on what to say. If he sold me out, I would have to abandon the whole con. I had months of preparation and planning behind this. Not only would the opportunity be gone, my trust with the charming con would be gone. So would his escape plan for that matter. I'd have to risk a meeting with Peter, but if I play my cards right, I'll be able to make a smooth getaway. Thankfully, all my worrying was for nothing because Neal did the right thing (for me anyways).

"It was great, she is such a sweet little thing, Peter."

"Well, I'm glad you had a good time. Guess what you missed because of it, though," the suit tried to hide his smile.

Neal sighed, "Paperwork."

"And lots of it," Peter added with relish. I had heard enough, Neal still had my trust and the con was not in danger.

2 Weeks Later

I woke up at 7:00 am for my first day of school. As I was trying to be fully awake, I remembered when I used to do this regularly. My dad would wake me up each morning for school, and after getting ready and eating a delicious breakfast made by mom, I would ride the bus to school and start my average day of life as a normal kid. I snapped out of the memory of my childhood and fast forwarded a few years to the car crash. As soon as I realized what had happened, I ran as fast as I could with my injured leg into the woods next to the highway. They're gone, dead. I won't be able to shake the memory of seeing their bodies not moving, not being able to ask if I was ok or tell me that everything was going to be alright. I blinked and got out of bed. I wiped a tear that had escaped without my realization. It's better to try and not think about the past, and just focus on what's in front of you, like cons and stealing a fake Corot piece that was worth major cash. My stomach felt a bit queasy focusing on what I was planning to do. My first big heist. It's exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Or, maybe it's the fact that it's my first day of school for the first time in three years. In about an hour, Ceci Westbrook was ready for school. Felicity Caidmen, on the other hand, was shaking in her orange Converse high tops.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it's shorter than usual, but I wanted to make sure that you guys are still following the story. Please review your thoughts and what you want to find out :) Thanks so much! ~Cartega