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Chapter One

Harmony's POV

I creep along the wall of the drug store with my hair sticking up in all sorts of directions. I reach the window, glancing around the alley for anyone, before trying to push it open. The window doesn't budge. Not even an inch. I'm never that lucky. I try to push it open once more, leaning against it and applying body weight, but again it doesn't open. It's locked. I groan to myself.

Now how am I supposed to get in? I could try and smash it open, but the last thing I need is to add breaking and entering to my list of felonies. Besides, seeing as the unlucky streak I've been stuck in for.....my life began that lovely day in May, I'll probably end up caught and behind bars before the end of the night.

I press my face against the window, gazing into the store, conjuring up option on how to get inside, in my head.

"What now?" I murmur to myself.

I could always try the front door, but that wouldn't be smart. It would ruin my whole plan to steal medical drugs from the drug store without being seen. From what I remember, I'm already facing a couple years in jail. I don't think one more law violation could hurt me much at this point. If I'm going to jail, I want to go out with a bang. I won't be seeing the light of day for a long time after I'm in prison.

I'm pretty positive I can live in jail. I can't however, survive another beating from Kayla going through withdrawal. Unlike most druggies, instead of shivering and shacking with need, Kayla goes off the deep end.

The last time she went without drugs for two days, she decided to use me as a punching bag, and damn, that girl can throw one hell of a punch.

She hadn't been able to obtain her own drugs. I asked her why once, and she told me it was because she didn't feel like returning to jail. Moreover, she's has already been caught and arrested for possession of drugs, and that was her last strike. If the cops caught her again, she was heading for the slammer for a long time. That led her to form her brilliant plan. She figured she could always send me on her drug runs. After all, I was disposable.

Normally, I wouldn't mind doing the drug runs for Kayla. I'd do anything to keep myself from becoming a punching bag. But now that I'm 18, I have a slight problem with it.

Since I'm 18 now, if I'm caught, I'll be sent to jail. Which is one place I haven't been to before. Well, that and rehab, but I won't be headed their anytime soon. Jail, on the other hand, is likely where I'll end up if this mission fails.

I could do the whole daytime thing. Walk in with a gun, a ski mask hiding my face and threaten to kill anyone who gets in my way. The only problem with that is; I don't have a gun. The closes thing to a gun I have is a water gun. A lot of good that'll do me. I can hear it now "Get out of the way, here comes a thief, get out of the way; he's got a scary water gun, ahhh". They wouldn't even bother calling the cops; they'd think it was some sort of prank. Well, if I was in their position if that ever happened, I'd think it was a prank.

Evidently, the only thing that's going to get me into this building is smashing open the window. It's not the smartest thing to do, and I'm hoping no one will walk by and hear the smash, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do if she's going to keep herself from becoming a punching bag.

I search around the dirty alleyway, looking for something capable of breaking the window. My eyes fall on a trashcan lid hidden underneath decaying leaves at the far corner of the disgusting and filthy alley.

What I want to know, is how the alley of a drug store could be this dirty?

I scrunch my face up in disgust, plugging my nose as I cross the alley, picking my way through the mess of trash. I grow closer to the garbage can, the smell causing me to hack and cough. Good god, it stinks.

"Don't breathe, you should survive if you don't inhale anything" I mutter to myself.

I crouch down beside the garbage can, not breathing anything in at all. I pull my hands up into the sleeves of my sweater so I don't have to touch the damn thing and leave my finger prints on it. I snatch up the lid, holding it out far away from me so as not to get any of the poison onto my clothing.

I sprint away from the mess, hacking in repulsion of the smell floating from the trashcan lid. I step away from the other garbage cans sitting outside beside the window, whipping the lid at the window like a Frisbee.

SMASH!

I fling the trashcan lid far away from myself as I duck down, shielding my face from the flying glass. I listen for a gasp of surprise and the dial tone of a phone, and police sirens for a minute, before tipping over the other trashcans to use as a step stool to get into the drug store, making the whole alley smell like a mammoth was murder in here twice and left to decay. I heave myself in through the window, being watchful of the shards of glass to not cut myself on any of them.

I scramble into the drug store, humming the mission impossible theme song as I tiptoe across the store, scanning the shelves for something to serve Kayla's fix.

Nothing. Nothing that I'm looking for at least. Most of the things in here are drugs, but not quite Kayla's kind of drug. Kayla's kind of drug is the kind you snort, or the kind you smoke. I think she's had heroine before, but she likes cocaine and marijuana. The only drugs she'll be happy with when I bring them back to her. If I bring something back to her, I might have to go home empty handed. I'll rob every drug store in the city before I go back empty handed, I'm still tender from the last beating.

After scanning the store for a second time, I stop in the center of the room, my hands on my hips. I scrutinize around the store again, searching for a store room or even an office I might be able to find something hidden in. I'm making sure that I've checked this store from top to bottom before I move on, I just feel like one break in for the night.

Just as I'm about to tear through the cash register and search for something there, I spot an office at the back. I scuttle forward to get a better look. It appears to be the place where you go to get your prescriptions. That would be the best place for them to half their medical drugs stored.

I turn the doorknob, wishing it would open. No such luck. It rattles, but that's it. I take a couple steps back, and run forward as fast as I can, ramming my shoulder into the door. All that results in is a fail, and a semi bruised shoulder.

I moan and stand up, trying not to move my shoulder around to much. I clench my teeth and hiss out a breath, heat blazing through my shoulder. I shake my shoulder a couple times; checking to make sure it's not dislocated. It moves fine, just with minor pains, so I'm guessing it's not dislocated.

I glare at the door, forcing it to open with my eyes while I try to figure out another way to get into that office.

I could smash open another window but sadly, this office has no window. It's covered with those metal window cover blind things. There is no way I can find something to break through metal. I can however, find something to break through a wooden door. You heard me correctly, the idiot who designed this place decided to use a wooden door to confine the drug infested room. Not a smart move on his part what so ever. Just makes it easier for people like me who are trying to get drugs for themselves or in my place drugs for a friend.

A grin spreads across my face as I notice my ticket to getting into the drug office. There, encased in a glass box with emergency written in red across it, is a shiny red fire extinguisher. I smash open the box, praying that an emergency alarm will not go off before grabbing the fire extinguisher. I whack it against the door, swinging with all the strength I have. Pieces of the door shatter out, creating a small hole in the door. I jab the fire extinguisher into the mini hole again, making it bigger with every whack and soon enough I have a Harmony sized hole that I can squeeze through without injuring my shoulder any more then it already is.

I crawl into the room, listening for the emergency alarm to go off. Nothing. I smile slightly and rise from the floor, heading over to the drawers where the drugs are stored. I yank open every single one of them, tearing out all of the continents and discarding them on the floor whenever there not important to me.

I finally open a drawer, hitting the mother load. There sitting in a brand new package, is a lovely bag of Medical Marijuana.

"Score" I whisper/yell, fist pumping the air.

I smile in triumph and snatch the bag, tucking it into my bra to keep it safe. I fix my crumpled clothes, straightening them out. I unlock the office door, swinging it open and laughing as it tumbles from its hinges with a crash to the floor. I step over the debris, making my way back to the window.

I saunter through the store, humming mission impossible still, grabbing a Dr. Pepper from the freezer and dumping the liquid down my throat. I toss the empty bottle aside, before taking a deep gulp of fresh air, preparing myself for the smell.

I jump down from the window, freezing the minute I hear the click of a gun being loaded.

"Put your hands up and lower yourself to the ground" A loud booming voice orders.

Slowly I turn my head to the source of the noise. An old cop with greying black hair and icy gray eyes, his nose plugged has his gun pointed at me.

I gradually raise my hands in the air with a smirk. The cop smiles bitterly, nodding to the ground. I smirk and bolt, looking over my shoulder just in time to see for cops come after me but end up slipping in the garbage. I laugh and keep running, knowing the cops will be a little held up.

I hear the screeching of the police sirens and the squeals of their tires as they race after me, hot on my tail. Even though I know I'm toast, I still push myself harder.

The boardwalk looms into view as I grow closer. I smile thinking I might actually be able to hide in the woods and avoid being arrested, but that thought is short lived when a cop car speeds to a stop in front of me.

"Urg, dick" I huff out of breath, turning in the other direction.

I immediately take off in that bearing. Another cop car screeches to a stop in front of me, barely missing my body. I try to escape, but I'm too late. I'm surrounded. The cops jump out of their cars, every single one of their guns pointed at me. The same cop from earlier, steps forward, jerking his gun to the ground.

"Down on the ground missy" Stinky orders, sounding tired and fed up.

"Fine Stinky" I puff, lowering myself to my knees.

A fat cop comes running over, clipping a pair of handcuffs around my wrists, pulling me to his chest. Bumping into him feels funny, like bumping into a pillow. The kind of pillow that is so squishy that when you bump into it, you're pushed out a little.

"Damn" I breathe, knowing it's over and I'm off to jail. There's no way out of this one.

Mr. Pillow reaches into his belt of tools pulling out a walkie talkie. He mumbles into the microphone telling the other cops he caught me. Not a minute later, Stinky and Stinko, the cops from earlier, appear around the corner. Stinky with a scowl on his face and garbage dangling from his hair and his clothing. Stinko, looking rather green with garbage dangling from his hair and clothing also.

"Enjoy your slip n slide experience boys?" I ask laughing.

Mr. Pillow snickers behind me at the sight of his buddies, quickly turning it into a cough. Stinky and Stinko send me a glare. Man, if looks could kill, I'd be 30 feet under ground.

Stinky walks over to me, grabbing me and dragging me over to the police car parked beside me. I choke and cough from the smell, over exaggerating it to get on Stinky and Stinko's nerves.

Stinko glares at me from behind and gives me a hardy shove into the car, my head smacking against the roof in the process.

"Watch it Stinko! I might've just robbed a drug store, but that gives you no right to hurt me. Mr. Pillow said so" I snap, pain seeping out of my words.

"Miss, I suggest you listen to Mr. Pillow over there and keep your mouth closed until your court session" Stinky warns.

I snicker quietly at the use of my nickname for his friend. Mr. Pillow glares at him, and Stinko burst out laughing.

"I told you it would be a good idea to loose some weight" Stinko chuckles.

Mr. Pillow glares at him. I giggle and speak up, looking to Mr. Pillow.

"Jenny Craig can help you with that you know" I point out laughing. "You might want to give her a call"

Stinko laughs harder, Stinky gives a slight grunt of amusement behind me. Mr. Pillow whacks Stinko upside the head, and Stinko gives Mr. Pillow a shove in return. The two get into a fight and Stinky shoves me into the car, going over to break it up.

I press my face against the glass laughing at the scene in front of me.

While they fight out there, it dawns on me that I'm going to court. I've always wondered what it would be like to go to court and seat in the guilty stand and listen to the false accusations people make about me and laugh in their faces when they've gone over board. I could use my only phone call to one of my friends to come to the witness stand and shout "She did it! She murdered the chicken! I saw her do it!" I burst out laughing again, as Stinky and Stinko climb into the car. Mr. Pillow heads over to the other police car parked behind this one.

I picture Mr. Pillow as the judge, with one of those white colonial wig things on his head screaming at me and banging his hammer on the table for order in the court room when I decide to crowd surf to lighten up the mood. I laugh harder, causing Stinky and Stinko to look at me through the rear-view mirror, shaking their heads. I give them a what? Look, shrugging my shoulders innocently.

Suddenly, I realise if I'm heading for court, I'm going to need a lawyer. A lawyer would be a useful thing to have while facing jail time.

I lean forward, closer to the microphone. Stinky and Stinko haven't noticed me yet.

I smirk and scream in their ears, "Boys, I need a lawyer"

Stinko jumps up in surprise, banging his head on the roof while Stinky gives me a dirty look. Stinko glares at me, rubbing his head. I poke my tongue out at him and turn to Stinky with my eyebrows arched in a your- answer-is look.

"We'll get you a lawyer, no worries, but I doubt it would do you any good" Stinky sighs.

I sigh and nod my head, sliding back into my seat. My mind then drifts to what jail will turn out to be. My imagination conjures up an image of me cowering against the wall, a metal glass raised above my head as a form of protection from the muscly beasts of convicts bend down in front of me with their fists raced and their eyes glinting as they prepare to beat me to death and eat my remains for supper. I shiver slightly in fear, shaking my head to rid myself from those thoughts.

My brain then flows to the stories Kayla told me about her time in jail and the reality of my situation hits me hard like a ton of bricks. She told me that the toilets are metal, which means they are always cold. Also, to make things worse, you share the toilet in your cell with your inmates and the prison doesn't clean them. You're stuck using the potty on a nasty germ infested toilet. Not something I'm thrilled about experiencing.

She also told me once that we only get one meal a day. It consists of stale bread and year old stew. She said that one of the cafeteria ladies, Helga, spits in your food if you don't thank her. I love food; I don't want it to be poised by angry cafeteria lady spit!

I don't want to go to jail! It'll be hell! My eyes start to water slightly as I look at the metal bar separating me from Stinky and Stinko. Angrily, I swipe away the tears refusing to cry about my situation. I got myself into it, I shouldn't be crying about something I knew might happen. But, that doesn't mean I still can't try to sweet talk Stinky and Stinko into letting me go. With a warning maybe?

"Let me out" I whimper, banging on the glass. "I don't want to share a cold toilet"

Stinko looks back at me, giving me a sad look with a shake of his head. Stinky wasn't so sympathetic. He looks at me, his face a mask hiding all emotion.

"You should've though of that before you broke into a drug store" He murmurs.

I slump down in my seat, savouring my last minutes of freedom as I gaze out at the passing scenery.

Jail, here I come.

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