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When he entered the house, Anthony scanned for his parents. He saw them in the living room, his father probably drunk, his mother probably asleep. The only way to deal with them was to not talk to them, so he walked to the kitchen as quietly as he could.
He opened the pantry and loaded a backpack with twenty-six dollars' worth of food. Suddenly, he had an idea. I'm not a grocer, he thought. I'm a proud delinquent about to get twenty-six dollars from some girl who thinks she's getting something out of me. I'm not selling any food.
Rifling through his closet, he found an identical backpack.
Sarah was about to go inside and ask him what was taking so long, when Anthony emerged, carrying a loaded backpack. He opened the first pocket to show it was full of food.
"Be right back," he said, taking the backpack. "I need to use the bathroom."
The moment Anthony closed the bathroom door, he started counting. One…two…three…
Sarah took the money from her pocket and counted it, just to make sure nothing was missing.
Twenty-nine…thirty! Anthony opened the door, after the amount of time anyone would spend in the bathroom. He replaced the first backpack with the second, and went outside.
"Finally!" Sarah said, handing Anthony the money. "I just counted it. It's definitely twenty-six dollars."
"Thank you," Anthony said, handing her the backpack and running off, his footsteps crunching on the snow.
That's odd, what does he need to run for?
She opened the backpack, and found…
Styrofoam pellets.
She'd been stiffed after all.
And to top it off, she heard a police siren, which in a town like this meant something was very wrong.
"Ready to go, Jake? The last boat leaves in a couple hours and I want to be sure we're on it."
"Yeah, let's go. Do we have passports?"
"Why bother? We're already criminals."
Jake sighed and got up. A police siren from the parking lot caught his attention.
"What the hell? Alex, look at this."
"Two police cars. Maybe they didn't pass the health inspection?"
"Shut up! They're starting to talk."
"Alexander Matthew Orson, and Jacob Daniel Harwell, come out with your hands up. You have the right to remain silent."
"Holy crap!" Jake shouted, his face white. "Someone must have known!"
"Head for the kitchen!"
When Officer Franklin burst into the restaurant, he found nothing but several bewildered customers and an open kitchen door.
"This is urgent police business. Did anyone see Alex Orson or Jacob Harwell in here?"
"I saw two kids run into the kitchen, but I thought they were the cook's sons or somethin'. Do I get a reward for this?"
Officer Franklin was long gone before he heard this. Running into the kitchen, pistol drawn, he spotted the two kids fleeing down the right aisle. He fired twice, shattering plates.
"Watch it, buddy! I just washed those!" yelled a man at the sink. Officer Franklin fired again, punching a hole in the door.
"Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law!" he called, racing through the kitchen and kicking open the door. Orson and Harwell were fleeing to the street now.
He fired two more shots, the sound reverberating through the dark night.
CHAPTER 6
At the Border
"This is great!" Alex exploded, once they were out of earshot. "This is just freaking great!"
"Alex, calm down!" Jake said. They were running along eastern boulevard now, and as far as they could tell, none of the police cars had seen them.
"Calm down!? I'll calm down when you find a way to get us out of this crap!"
"They'll hear us! Haven't you ever heard somebody tell you to not panic when you're in a dangerous situation?"
"Get over to the fences!" Alex commanded, dragging Jake with him. "And keep your head
When he entered the house, Anthony scanned for his parents. He saw them in the living room, his father probably drunk, his mother probably asleep. The only way to deal with them was to not talk to them, so he walked to the kitchen as quietly as he could.
He opened the pantry and loaded a backpack with twenty-six dollars' worth of food. Suddenly, he had an idea. I'm not a grocer, he thought. I'm a proud delinquent about to get twenty-six dollars from some girl who thinks she's getting something out of me. I'm not selling any food.
Rifling through his closet, he found an identical backpack.
Sarah was about to go inside and ask him what was taking so long, when Anthony emerged, carrying a loaded backpack. He opened the first pocket to show it was full of food.
"Be right back," he said, taking the backpack. "I need to use the bathroom."
The moment Anthony closed the bathroom door, he started counting. One…two…three…
Sarah took the money from her pocket and counted it, just to make sure nothing was missing.
Twenty-nine…thirty! Anthony opened the door, after the amount of time anyone would spend in the bathroom. He replaced the first backpack with the second, and went outside.
"Finally!" Sarah said, handing Anthony the money. "I just counted it. It's definitely twenty-six dollars."
"Thank you," Anthony said, handing her the backpack and running off, his footsteps crunching on the snow.
That's odd, what does he need to run for?
She opened the backpack, and found…
Styrofoam pellets.
She'd been stiffed after all.
And to top it off, she heard a police siren, which in a town like this meant something was very wrong.
"Ready to go, Jake? The last boat leaves in a couple hours and I want to be sure we're on it."
"Yeah, let's go. Do we have passports?"
"Why bother? We're already criminals."
Jake sighed and got up. A police siren from the parking lot caught his attention.
"What the hell? Alex, look at this."
"Two police cars. Maybe they didn't pass the health inspection?"
"Shut up! They're starting to talk."
"Alexander Matthew Orson, and Jacob Daniel Harwell, come out with your hands up. You have the right to remain silent."
"Holy crap!" Jake shouted, his face white. "Someone must have known!"
"Head for the kitchen!"
When Officer Franklin burst into the restaurant, he found nothing but several bewildered customers and an open kitchen door.
"This is urgent police business. Did anyone see Alex Orson or Jacob Harwell in here?"
"I saw two kids run into the kitchen, but I thought they were the cook's sons or somethin'. Do I get a reward for this?"
Officer Franklin was long gone before he heard this. Running into the kitchen, pistol drawn, he spotted the two kids fleeing down the right aisle. He fired twice, shattering plates.
"Watch it, buddy! I just washed those!" yelled a man at the sink. Officer Franklin fired again, punching a hole in the door.
"Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law!" he called, racing through the kitchen and kicking open the door. Orson and Harwell were fleeing to the street now.
He fired two more shots, the sound reverberating through the dark night.
CHAPTER 6
At the Border
"This is great!" Alex exploded, once they were out of earshot. "This is just freaking great!"
"Alex, calm down!" Jake said. They were running along eastern boulevard now, and as far as they could tell, none of the police cars had seen them.
"Calm down!? I'll calm down when you find a way to get us out of this crap!"
"They'll hear us! Haven't you ever heard somebody tell you to not panic when you're in a dangerous situation?"
"Get over to the fences!" Alex commanded, dragging Jake with him. "And keep your head
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