America's Most Wanted; Three {Justlena}
I had no where to go. I was on the news all over America. I couldn't hop on a train, bus, and definitely not a plane. I was in Minnesota though... If I got my hands onto a car, I could drive to the border and end up in Canada. But then again, the border patrols have probably heard about me. Fuck. How am I supposed to escape? I was trapped. I was going to end up in jail. I was only 17 years old and my future was ruined. I screwed up, and now I was paying for it. Maybe this was a sign.. Maybe I should turn myself in.
"Hey! Hey stop!" I heard someone yell behind me. I froze. I was busted for sure. But just to make sure, I turned around slightly to see who was calling for me. Surprisingly, it was Miley. The girl from the store. I let out a sigh of relief. That was a close one.
When Miley caught up with me, an idea suddenly appeared in my head. But I had to tell the truth. That means no Mexican accent. "Hey Miley," I choked out in my normal voice.
Miley raised an eyebrow. "Hey.. Aren't you from Mexico? You don't have a Mexican accent anymore." Obviously she was confused.
I ran my fingers through my fake long hair. This was going to be hard to explain.. "My family is from Mexico, so I am Mexican, but I was born here. I'm just in really big trouble right now so I'm faking an accent."
Miley nodded slowly, trying to keep up. "Oh, okay. Whatever. So what's your name? I never got your name."
I froze once again. I couldn't tell her my real name. She probably saw the newspaper. "Um, yeah, I'm sorry. I'm Selena. Selena Gomez."
Miley smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you Selena. Such a pretty name. So, where are you headed? I'm on my way to Stratford, Ontario."
I blinked. Ontario was in Canada, right? I'm pretty sure it was. "I've always wanted to go to Canada." I let out a fake sad sigh. Hopefully she would ask me to tag along.
Miley shrugged. "Want to come with? I'm going to be driving there by myself anyway. But just to warn you, its a 12 to 13 hour drive. I was just going to pick up some coffee before heading out."
"You really want me to come right?" Miley nodded which caused a slight smile to appear on my lips. Even though I was on the run, Miley made me feel better. I felt wanted, but in a good way. "I would love to come. As a matter of fact, I'm all packed and everything." I had one tiny backpack, but hopefully Miley would let me borrow some of her clothes. She seemed to wear the same size as me.
A huge smile appeared upon Miley's lips. "Great! Do you want some coffee? Its on me."
I thought about it, but I denied the offer. I didn't want to seem like I was using Miley. As she walked into coffee shop, I sat on a bench and tried to keep a low key. I didn't want to risk anyone seeing me. I couldn't. Not yet. No, not ever. I will move to Canada if I have to. But then again, America might send out a worldwide investigation if they can't find me. I swallowed hard. This couldn't be happening to me. Well, hopefully I find out what to do with my life once Miley and I get to Stratford.
I stopped worrying as much once I saw Miley stand in front of me. "Ready?" I nodded as I stood up. Miley then led the way back to her car. It was a nice car too. "So, I was thinking, since there's two of us, we could take turns driving."
I chewed on my bottom lip. Obviously I couldn't do that. Of course I knew how to drive, but I don't have a license anymore. "Um.. About that.. I don't have a license." Well, I did, but it said Alicia on it. Plus, I left it back home. I couldn't risk anyone finding me.
Miley frowned. "Oh, alright. So you don't have an I.D.? Or a passport?"
When Miley mentioned a passport, I got scared. Why would I need a passport. Then it hit me, Canada wasn't about of the United States. I let out a big sigh. "Nope.." I knew Miley wouldn't want me to come along anymore.
Miley crossed her arms, obviously she was thinking about what to do, which surprised me. "Well, I guess I can hide you in my truck. It's big enough. I'll throw a blanket over you and I'll tell you when it's safe to come out."
When Miley said that, I was so shocked. "Okay. I'll be okay with that." I felt horrible though. Miley didn't even know my story and she was already covering for me. If I get caught, Miley's going down with me and I couldn't let that happen, but I had to escape.
So on we went. I got in the passenger's seat and Miley got in the driver's seat. Right away, Miley blasted the radio as she began driving. I couldn't help but laugh. If I wasn't in trouble, this is what I would the same thing back home. This was going to be an adventure for both of us. 13 hours in a car with two teens? This should be a reality show. Especially since one of us is on the run.
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I promise, this story will get much better. It's just slow to start out. I'm trying to write different, better different, for this story :P
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