CHAPTER 1: ESCAPE
They had tried to give me away. Again. To another family. Whether or not they had kids, dogs, senile grandparents, expensive furniture, short attentions spans, or were crabby all the time, I hated it. I was never good enough though, and soon enough they would send me away, either because of Athe new baby or not enough money or they had too much work on their hands, I was always sent away again.
This family was going to be my third family since February, which was only five months ago. Of course, why I was sent away from my last family was entirely my fault. Really, I don’t even know what I was thinking, trying to shoplift that shiny necklace from a family-worked store. It was just so... I don’t know, sparkly! It was quite mesmerizing, and I knew it would look gorgeous on me. It wasn’t my fault really, it was the necklaces. It made me, I’m telling you.
The six hour journey was painfully monotonous. The car smelled McDonalds, and the driver couldn't stop talking about his recent visit to the Bahamas. Like I care.
Anyways, I wasn’t planning on jumping out of the car and taking off. But you would done the same too. I just couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to. I was sick of being handed about like some pencil that nobody really likes and nobody really cares enough for that they end up losing it or forgetting about it. I had only a single backpack packed with clothes and other worldly possessions I had acquired during my lifetime. The backpack wasn't even full.
And the cop was going to drop me off at a nut house! I could already tell by the outside. He pulled into one of those dirty half-kept trailer parks that only people who had nothing left to lose lived there. The house he stopped at was two joined trailers. The house was in extreme disrepair. The aqua colored paint was peeling, and the were all shutters falling off.
The majority of the windows were either boarded up or were so held together with duct tape you couldn’t hardly tell they were windows at all. As we got closer I saw several young kids under the age of six playing in what probably used to be a sandbox, but because of the recent rain it had been reduced to a huge mud-box.
The cop stepped out before I did, and he foolishly left the keys in the car. I quickly grabbed them and stepped out of the car. Outside I bent down out of sight, pretending to tie my shoelaces.
"You can go on ahead. I'll only be a second" I told him earnestly. I waited until he reached the porch steps until taking off, throwing the keys into the mud-box on my way.
The sweat from my forehead was streaming into my eyes. I hurriedly wiped it away, not even breaking stride. I could hear him yelling at me from behind. Coming closer every second. I had never been a great runner, especially with a backpack on. And this guy had long legs, he must be over six feet tall. Some miracle needed to happen fast if I wasn't going to get caught. A bridge appeared in the distance. A helpful sign called it Agnes Fall. At last. I leaped up to the retaining wall that was supposed to keep cars from doing exactly what I was going to do. I glanced back and the cop had just rounded the corner behind me.
I spread my arms wide and let gravity take me, releasing my heavy backpack before it could hold me down. I closed my eyes and twisted in the air. And I was flying. I twisted around and headed back into the culvert where the water came from, so the patroller wouldn’t see me escape. It took just a second before I sailed through it and settled on the limb of a great dead maple tree, just in time to see the officer shake his head sadly, for he saw my backpack bobbing up and down in the water. Doubtless he thought my body was underneath it, mangled and bloody from the fall onto certain death. He didn’t even attempt to look at the body. Nobody ever survives a jump from 30 feet onto sharp deadly rocks. That is, unless you can fly.
I had a sudden inspiration. As the officer was heading back to his car I leaped from my branch and swooped down upon him, screaming harshly. He screamed a high girly scream and ran. Undoubtedly he had never been attacked by a gigantic eagle before. He pulled out a handgun, he was after all, a cop. But before he could fire at me I let loose a yellow-whitish watery sphere of poop upon his balding head. Ah, sweet revenge.
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This is a very rough draft, and I am very open to suggestions and critiques.
