|My new life
Author: ninjakitty7 PM
If finding home away from home. I would have said it was easy. But not with me. My name is Ashylin Stone. I'm sixteen and am officially in prison for a crime i would have loves to commit but couldn't. My life is hell, and i can live with that. B ut can you? Please review. Worst summary ever.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Crime - Words: 576 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 09-21-12 - id: 3060040
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There's no other way to put it. I was so dead. Why? Well…
Does that answer your question?
I had been running for my life ever since I could remember. I was six when the assassination happened. Both my parents were killed and I saw the whole thing.
From that day on, I became homeless. Alone in the world. Unhappy. But I knew in my heart that I had to survive. And survive I did.
I went from taking scraps from outside restaurant tables, to digging in the dumpsters and trash bins, even fighting dogs in the alleyways- sometimes even eating them.
In the end, I turned out alright. It's been ten years since I'd been on my own and I had enjoyed every minute of it. I've even made a name for myself, "The Red-eyed Bandit." No? Well, I guess it could use some work, but the name doesn't mean anything. Surviving does.
In the ten years that I'd been on my own, I've done anything to survive. And I do mean anything. When I was eight I killed a man just to get the large pepperoni pizza he was carrying. At thirteen I killed a woman by throwing a screwdriver through her head when she tried to take the necklace that was around my neck- it was my mother's – plus my chili dog that I had 'borrowed' from a nearby hotdog stand.
But tonight, it was different. I didn't kill for food this time. Instead I killed in cold blood. No one important I assure you. He was just from the secret service-no big deal. And he wasn't even my main objective.
My main objective…the President of the United States-Jennifer Montgomery. But of course, that didn't end well.
Now, because of my plan, I had every cop, FBI Agent, Marine, National Guard, hell, even the Coast Guard on my tail. I really messed up this time.
Note to self: think before acting!
As I ran through the streets of Washington D.C. my legs began to grow sluggish and my breath soon came in ragged gasps. I could hear the sirens closing in, but I knew that I didn't have the energy to run anymore. So I made the decision I never hoped I make. I had to give up.
Stopping in-between the streets of Broadway and Pierson, I sat on the curb and waited my fate.
As the flashing red and blue lights surrounded me, I looked up at the night sky and made a vow. No matter what happens from here on out, I will be strong and never give up.
Rough hands grabbed my arms, twisted them behind me, and then slapped the handcuffs on my wrists. I was then dragged into the cop car. I knew that as soon as the car started my life was going to change . for the better I hoped.
My name is Ashlyn Stone. I'm sixteen years of age with black shoulder-length hair and piercing red eyes. Now how 'bout you guess where I'm going. If you guessed a looney facility, then I believe you're close.
I'm actually going to a hell-hole they call Federal Prison. Boy, isn't that a surprise. Well, I guess there's only one thing left to say.
Welcome to my life.