She's Feisty, R.E. Cooper [epub e ink reader .txt] 📗

me like I was crazy. Well I guess maybe I was. I sighed out loud, making sure they all heard me. "Turn into the driveway and keep going. It's always empty during this time of day. The drive through their backyard and you'll see a small forested area of trees. There'll be a little dirt road that goes through it. Pull onto it and go straight. Once you do that, turn right and then immediately left." The driver did as I said, the whole was the biggest dude was clenching his jaw. 

"Now what?" "Keep driving down this road, there'll be a small side road on your right. Take it and then pull into the parking lot of the Auto Repairs shop. They went bankrupt, so it'll be dark there with no cameras or people." Once they stopped, I shouted at them to get out. They didn't so I groaned and climbed over the guy on my right opening the door. He went to stop me and I stared deeply into his eyes to show him he could trust me. He sighed and let go of my wrist, as I got out of the car. "Dude what the hell?!" I knocked on the window in front of the driver and he rolled it down. "Tell the other guys to get out. I'm getting you a new ride." He looked at me with raised eyebrows but complied shortly after. They all got out and grabbed all of their stuff, following behind me as I walked up to a gray parked old 72 chevy c10 truck. 

I pulled off my belt, and grabbed my pocket knife off of it. I put the belt back on and walked up to the drivers side. I stuck the knife into the door and shimmied the lock. Once I got it open I hopped in and hot wired it. As I turned the car on and made sure it had enough gas I could hear the guys talking in hushed voices. Shrugging it off I hopped out and said, "welp here you go. It has enough gas for a couple days. Make sure the other car is emptied to when the cops finally get here they can't link it back to you." Once I finished we could hear the cop sirens blaring in the distance, getting closer with every second. 

I waved bye and started to walk off, before a large hand grabbed my wrist. I turned and saw the biggest guy holding my arm in one hand and rope in the other. My eyes widened. "Sorry darlin, we appreciate the help but we can't let you go off." He pulled me into an unbreakable hold so I could run away as the dude who sat on my right came up to my and tied my wrists together. He looked down into my eyes and I could see that he was sorry. The big guy threw me over his shoulder and I yelped at the sudden movement. He threw me into the back of the truck and threw the tarp over me. 

The other guys began to get into the car, as the sirens got closer. I could tell that the cops would see us pull away. I scoffed, of course. I got held at gunpoint in the middle of a robbery and pulled into a car. So me thinking it was a great idea, helped my kidnappers escape the cops. Then I help them get a new car and dump the old one, thinking they would just let me go. Of course not Melany! God I'm so dumb. Well I could see the cop lights threw the tarp and they were following us. 

I reached down and pulled the pocketknife from my belt again and began to put the ropes. I cut my hands a few times when the truck swerved and sped down streets, trying to escape the cops. Once the rope was off I put the knife back in my belt and made my way to the door of the truck wagon. I tried to open it from the inside and huffed in annoyance. It was stuck on the tarp overhead. I managed to shimy the door down a little, but it was no use. Suddenly the truck flew over a road bump and landed hard. Once it hit the road again the door fell down and opened. Revealing the road below and the cops several yards away, but getting closer. I was planning on standing on the door and tucking and rolling off. But as I went to move, the truck bumped up again and I lost my footing. I tried to grab at the truck but it was too late. I tumbled out onto the road and rolled with great force and speed, almost getting hit by the cops that skidded to a stop. I passed out and woke up a few days later in a jail cell.

"Oh hey, she's awake!" I opened my eyes and saw a boy, about my age. He had dark hair that looked almost blue. With icy blue eyes. He was a little tan, like me. He stood over me and I whipped up in surprise hitting him in the face. "Oww! What was that for!?!" I groaned and rubbed the side of my head, and was surprised to find a bandage. I turned to the boy and apologized. I tried to remember what happened as the boy sat down next to me. I wasn't in jail, but I was in a cell. Was I at a police station? What happened? The boy must have seen my puzzled face because he said, "so I heard you got in here for a robbery or something?" I looked at him and my memory came rushing back. "Uhh, that's not really what happened but yeah I guess. What about you?" "Uh uh, if you want to know why I'm here you have to tell me why you're here first." 

After that I told him everything and then learned that his name was Sam Whents, I asked him how he got here. "I was at my house with my mom and dad, I don't have any siblings. My dad hits my mom a lot and she's had to go to the hospital from it. So one day it was so bad that I was worried he would kill her. I ran to his safe and grabbed his gun. I only met to shoot his arm as a warning shot or something. But I sneezed as I pulled the trigger, so it ended up hitting him square in the head. I killed him. I didn't mean to, it just- happened. Then when I went to court my mom defended my dead abusive father, and said I just shot him for no reason. The court could tell that my mother and I had been abused. But they didn't have any solid evidence that it was my father. So here I am, waiting for the police department's cell to be sent to juvie, till I'm 18 and can go to a proper prison." "Oh Sam, that's terrible. I'm so sorry. Uhm, how old are you anyway? I don't mean to be rude, I was just wondering." "That's fine, I'm 14. You?" "I turn 14 in a few days. Oh my god, my dad's gonna kill me for this." Suddenly I started to laugh. Then when I looked at Sam we both burst out laughing. 

Later that day I talked to a few cops and told them everything that happened. Then they called my mom and she came and spoke to them for a bit. Once everything was sorted out we left. The whole way home I had thoughts of Sam.

 

The second time I went to "jail", was for grand theft auto. Unfortunately it happened yesterday. I just turned 16 and went out to celebrate passing my drivers test. I went out with my friends Brynn, Sarah, Cameron, and James. We were all in the Serpent gang together. At first my father just accepted them because they go to school with me, that way he could keep an eye on me. But after them being in the gang for a year, my father discovered they each had their own useful little talent. Then we became friends. 

We were out at night, when Cameron said we should try out our fake Ids and get some alcohol from a nearby gas station. We all followed him in and grabbed some Vodka, Tequila, and shot glasses. We showed our fake Ids and the man behind the register nodded and checked out our stuff. After walking through our ghetto side of the city for a few hours, we were all thoroughly drunk. Of course the boys, James and Cameron, just get super horny and romantic when they're drunk. So there was no need to worry about them getting in trouble. And Sarah was a happy drunk, so she was set. But Brynn and I were a little bit of trouble. We were a tag team duo. We would dare eachother to do stupid stuff while the others watched laughed and would sometimes take part. This time, Brynn had an idea. "We ood 'ace eash oooother Mel!" Brynn slurred to me. I gasped, "but we don't have any cars." I tried to say cars, but it came out as a british person saying ass. The others laughed, then I got an idea. I ran down the street the others following close behind. We walked to the parking lot of the closed car sellers and walked around. I hopped the fence and then opened it from the other side. Out of our group, I'm the only one who can still somewhat function when drunk. 

We walked down the rows of cars, looking around. I stopped when I saw a yellow and black Hennessey Venom F5. I loved it! I ran to the door and shimmied the lock. Once it was open I hopped in and hot wired it. Brynn saw what I was doing and gasped. She ran to the silver Bugatti Chiron beside me, and giggled and she broke in. Unfortunately, she set off the alarm on the car. She turned it off. But I could see lights turning on in the distance. Me being the selfless rational drunk I am shouted out, "guys! Get in the silver car with Brynn and drive away. I'll lure the cops away and make them think it was me. Once you get far enough leave the car somewhere and skiddaddle!" They did as I said and left. Once the cops got near I revved the engine and pulled out, making sure they saw me. I pushed on the gas and drove.

 

I'll admit, when I had the chance to get away and lose the cops through an alley, I didn't do it. Instead, I let my selfish side take over and I pulled onto the empty highway. I could already see the helicopters overhead filming, as the cops drove after me. I laughed out loud wildly, as I turned on the radio. Suddenly the song Bell Bottoms from my favorite movie Baby Driver came on. I laughed and drummed my hands along the wheel singing along. "Yeahh! GO GO GO GO yeah" I kept singing and looked in the mirror. The cops were gaining on me. I smiled wide and took a swig right out of the bottle of Vodka. I switched gears and kept driving. 

I looked up at the helicopter as my favorite part of the song came up. I sang along, driving with my feet. One hand waving out the car as I used the other like a microphone while I blasted the music. It was so loud the cops could probably hear it. "Thank You very much ladies and gentleman right now  I've got to tell you 'bout. The fabulous, most groovy. Bell Bottoms!" I pushed on the clutch. "Bellbottoms!" I swapped to the highest gear. "Bellbottoms!" I let