“Now what do I need to make this the perfect accident?”
I am wanted in twenty states, and I’m a sixteen year old girl with nowhere to go. As far as the police know I’m an eighteen year old boy who is a traveler.
“Well, for one you should put that lighter on the counter,”
I freeze. Someone found me. I turn around to see a seventeen year old boy.
“How did you find me?” I manage to say to him.
My stomach turns, if I have to go to jail because I punish people rightfully then I might as well go out in style.
Hi Sophia,
This such a brilliant and novel concept for a 100wc. Although, should I be scared of you?
You used really good grammar which made it a delight to read. Well done
Emma