Intro to criminal

Why?Why me? I know I should of never trusted that picture perfect criminal of blonde .What a sweet girl they said. What a nice citizen they said. They forgot to leave out the part in which said thats she was a perfect criminal too. I nevr thought that the end of my life would be ina small concrete room with steel bars i though it would be more.. well I never quite thought of that small detail before but if i had a normal life maybe in thirty forty years i would but i will never get to see that day.Well by this time you either thinking i'll just put thisstory down right where i found it and leave go ahead if you chicken thats right i said it bawk bawk. or two you thinking will this girl just start and that i will do now.

It all started with my vagabond of a mothersaying lets move I don't think you should be subjected to the same life as a kid you should expierence. If your a normal child this is just a parent saying something thaey would enver in a million years go through with. But me this is code for my mom and her overly scoffriendly nto waste a single thing,must be so "green' that it kills people trying to live normal life found an objeciton at work itsead of just perorting she has to be an e"empowered women" and stand up for herrself. So moves like this are as ofeten almost as homework for me.

So we back and move to this no mans land calledwycoff'newjersy more like why move if you ask me .I mean the place "interesting " to say the least. But we move in to this house that color is well lets just say you wouldn't see it unless you look in the sewer. And next to us is this house in like puffy pony pink .eewwhhh!!I hate pink more then i hate moving do i hate the color pink. And these preppy dressed nieghbors walk out. and when iopen the door a second after they lose theirs they are already in my doorstep. Werid this was the start of my problems not noticing that they were vilians.

I go to school the next day. have you ever had the feeling that your being talked about and the second you wal past them they stop as if they want to make you fell like the guck at the bottom of your shoe. Nobody even knew my name and this was already the case. Walkin in to the office i say my name is sunny , it is really Alexis but i like saying my name is sunny becase i dressin the blackest of black clothing so when i say Hi.My name is sunny they think what how could a mother name a child something so full of life and the child is so lifeless herself. I got sunny from one of my freinds when i was little . I don't ever remeber wearing another color besides black. It was just a joke but then it became aa name . You know one of those name you pick up in a locker room or in class notheing really meaingful it just kinda stuck. Wait where was i. oh yeahwehn i said this they noisy office seem to come to a halting stop. And the office assistant a sixth grader said "i like it ,so inspiring really fits you i mean like totally?" in a perky voice you would kill somebody to get rid of.

So i got my schedule and was of my first class was computers easy i taken this corse so many times i think that i sould pass it sleeping. evry place they learn the same thing and every teacher starts off with thesame lame joke"HI class were going to have a fun year in compyterclass. My name is insert name here .have you ever heard the joke about tech support. well it goes like this . one day a man calls tech support and says tech support techsupport what should i do my computer crashes every time i press enter. the man from tech support says stop pressing enter." by this time the teacherr demonstrates the quirky laugh that is similar to the paino f driving a nial in your ear. I know i am just miss sinshine.

Well school pretty much was like you average joe day of school when i got home my mom was in the corner of the living room with a bat ready to strike when i walked in." she sayssunny your home "in a cheerful voice. then tells me that our safe was robbed by this theif that was about 5'10 and had legs that went on forever.and was dressd in pink why pink maybe they did it as a message for a clue to who they really are. vilians aren't that smart i told my mom otherwise they would be getting money for waht they have theskills to do instead of jailtime.

Well it eventually came down to the time where my first project with a partner cam around in a new school being the new girl i still did't know any body and the halfway descent people were taken in a matter of seconds all that were left was the outlier nerd and one of the goth girls either way you mix it is bad luck on my behalf. Suddenly the girl from the pink house arrives in the doorway just like she did at my house. Class we need to welcome miss white to our class she was just tranferring classes many of you should know her already. before i knew it the nerrdy kid and goth girl partenered up and their i was like a deer in headlights waiting it timely doom.
she suggested that we would start to tonight at her house at around five oclock.I said okay.

when i arrivedd in my usual black attire ringing the doorbell of a puffy pink house. Hey an overrly peppy voice greats me. it was mrs.White then she says oh you must be here for my little snowbelle's slumber sinhdig. i was so confused by two things after mrs. white said this one why is her voice so diffrent everytime i see her it was like five pitches hightthen when she came over to greet us. and two what does she mean slumber shindig i thought i was here for a project. Well i just go along with the flow . When i find Snowbelle they are all doing hair. now that's were i put my foot down. carry another girl from school dragged me to the chair and another girl startedd to brush my hair. my hair the one thing nobody touches they crossed the line big time. i stormed out of their like hurricane katrina.

i went home and did the thing i thought i would nevrer everr do icut my hair my long hair that weent down to about my knees the one thing that my vagabond of a mother couldn't touch i cut it all there is only a short bob of hair left. i don't know why i was so posessive about my hair . maybe because over the years it was the one thing about me that stayed the same. nomatter where i lived or howmuch taller i grew my hair was always the same. i mean i didn't let anybody do anything to it . i just think when that girl combed my hair i just lost it felt like like aaaahhh i don't i was just mad okay i dont knwo why. my mom says its because my dad before he dided six years ago said that when the world sees me my hair tells them everything i had to do something to take her writing off my hair.

The next mornigntheir war a report of a crime at the wycoff bank. three hundred thoudand dollars were stolen last night . there was only a single strand left of hair on the scene of the crime exclaimed the news reporter.