I am being chased. By cops. Now I'm not a bad kid, sure I've done some bad things but I aint diabolical or nothing. All I did was steal some food⌠and a painting from some stuck up rich family, but it didn't hurt them. Before you judge, these guys don't appreciate art at all. They're the kind of family that buys paintings just so they can show off how rich they are. Yeah they're real jerks.
Even though I stole a painting. There are way too many cops chasing me. I know because I've done this kind of stuff before. I know you're judging me already, but a guy's gotta make a living. Sure I'm a 16 year old boy, but you know what I mean. I'm an orphan. Before you feel sorry for me don't. I never knew my family. I remember absolutely nothing about them. All I can remember is being in foster homes for the first part of my life. Then I started running away. Then I started stealing.
At first it was small things ,food ,pocket change, and toilet paper. Just the normal necessities. After I stole a few times I started going after more valuable things. Turns out I'm great at stealing. but unlike some thieves I steal from people who don't need what I'm stealing. I'm talking about the rich jerks. Like Robin Hood except without his Merry Men, and without the medieval times. Instead of his bow and arrow give me some lockpicks and instead of green clothes give me a black hoodie and some jeans. Oh yeah and instead of being a middle aged man imagine him as a boy in his teens that has already passed his "phase" in life. Except for all that I'm exactly like him.
The family I stole from was called the Bakersons. They were this old-timey family that had received their money by being an heir or something I don't know. Everybody hated them. They just didn't say it out loud because of what happened to the people who did. If you said something bad about the Bakersons online or on the news you better hope you have good lawyers because the cops might just find some incriminating evidence about something you stole. Needless to say these guys were the worst of the worst. But they are rich so I had expected for lots of cops to be chasing me. And the painting I stole was the Clopang, one of the most famous paintings in the universe. But like I said this is too much too fast. It was supposed to be an easy job. I go in, get the painting, come out ,drive and find a bus station, get in a bus and I was home free.
Getting in and out was easy but I had expected maybe a 5 minute head start before cops started chasing. Instead I find half the force waiting outside the Bakersons house. The only way I escaped was that they were expecting a man not a boy. So I got out the second story window through the back over the fence and through the sidewalk to the getaway car. When the cops saw me they asked a few questions and I was on my way. But I knew they would suspect me soon enough especially after they saw the camera footage. But as I was getting close to the car a wild looking Mr.Bakerson yelled" stop that kid." As soon as I saw him I hightailed it to the car. Before the cops had a chance to react I was already in and started the ignition.
Even though I'm only sixteen I can drive and pretty well if I do say so myself. Sure I might hit some trash cans and mailboxes sometimes, but all in all I think I'm a pretty good driver. It's not like anybody would drive a kid to steal something. So I taught myself, I also taught myself how to start up a car without a key and how to lockpick the door. After some instructional videos and a few months of practice I was good to go. I admit that maybe the driving itself still needed practice. But it's amazing what cops don't see when you drive pretty good in their presence.
As I was driving past Mr.Bakerson I made sure to look him dead in the eye smile and then wave. I'm pretty sure all the veins on his forehead popped open. The cops at the scene took about 2 minutes to get in their cars and start chasing. Enough time for me to get some distance between them and me. The thing is the other half of the force was already chasing me by the time the first half started. Fast forward 5 minutes and the whole force had almost caught up to me. I was almost on the highway. I turned left at a donut shop that had the name Gorro and a gorilla eating a donut. After 3 lights I turned left then right on to the highway.
There I punched the metal to the pedal . I'm talking 100 mph which is pretty fast for me, I zipped past some cars and It was smooth sailing for a bit. The cops were losing distance and the gas tank was almost full. Sure I had some close calls with some cars but it wasn't that bad. Until I rounded a curve and saw a traffic jam. My mind screeched to a halt all I thought was "wait whaat". I had no idea why there was a traffic jam in the middle of the night but the cars were too close for me to stop in time. So not wanting to hurt anybody especially myself and not wanting the cops to catch me I did the only thing I could: I jumped to another universe.