Overlooked(part 4)

by Sophia Haddad


The costume was perfect, if I wanted to be my mom. I could just grab her ugliest purse and run away with all of her money and id. But it wasn't that time now. I have some more days left before the bills are due (and let me just tell you I won't pay them without a fight). Because right now the world was mine to mess up. Let the wild side of me run free.

I grabbed some money from the wallet and decided to leave the cleaning up for later-I had decided now that the house was mine to redo. I could do it all in my own style, now that I owned it and everything in it. I put on a pair of ripped up jeans, threw on an old t-shirt, and stole my brothers bike from the backyard. Ha ha.  Oh yeah I'm badass.  Don't mess with me!  I wasn't ready to steal the car and just drive away. There were still some things I didn't feel safe doing.

My first stop was the mall. I could buy some decent clothes and possibly some other necessities as they popped up. I think I should get some scary clothes.  Y'know like the ones emo people wear.  Heck maybe I should be emo. I am so glad I live in a small town and the mall isn't miles away. It was only a short ride but I secretly enjoyed getting out of the house. Even though the air was poluted and the streets were trashed with years of low maitenance, I felt free.

It was common throughout the town for people to just not care. About anything really. And, living in the town, I was brought up the same way. I didn't care if I died today or if some guys in dark shades took my house away. I just wanted to have fun. I hoped it would stay that way but I had heard that these were just the effects of being young.

Most people here could even pull off what I was doing. It all contributed to the fact that anything could happen and it would be allowed to just pass by, unnoticed. I didn't take it for granted that this was the perfect place for my situation.  Yeah that's right! I will rule this town! People will regret not knowing me before this opperation.

It was easy to navigate the mall. Like most buildings here, it was small. But it served a dire purpose.

I stopped in a locally owned store called Shirts and Pants. Nice name. But like I said, people here may be lazy, but they make service simple.

I browsed for something cool. Something that would fit my style and looked good on me so I could show it off on my outings. I also favored a comfortable outfit for when I would stay indoors and possibly work.

I tried on some warm jeans with designs on the back pockets. Then I noticed a pair of skinny jeans. Oh yeah baby, I thought to myself and checked out the price tag. $49.99. Well its safe to say things don't run cheap here.

As I discouragedly headed towards the door, thinking screw this, an either stupid or brilliant idea crossed my mind. I could steal this. With all the laws I've broken already, why not just go all out? Why not become a full criminal? Who's going to stop me from becoming a skilled evil doer. My parents would have done the same thing. Or would they? I don't know. I want out! Stop making me be all goodie-goodie!  C'mon! Just try to stop me!  The saddest part is that I had nothing standing in my way.