This Sucks! ~ Adriane

Today was a total mess.

We really, really, need to stop stealing cars.

Azul found this really cute top hanging in a storefront window. And It's Azul we're talking about. And she just hadtohadto ABSOUTELY HAD TO - have it. and instead of waiting for someone to buy it for her, she went inside and everything was fine until she was about to leave and suddenly this nasaly little voice called...

"Miss? I'm going to need to go through your bag."

"Uhm. Uhm? Uhm! Why would you need to do that?" she blurted out, twisting the ring on her finger.

Raven had been outside, smooshing his nose against the glass until his breath fogged up the windowpane and...well, he looked pretty retarded. But he stiffened at the approaching danger and scurried away, leaving Azul gaping as if she was trying to swallow a bowling ball.

"I'm sorry miss," said the very clueless guy working there. "We have a strict policy here and I just want to make sure everything is okay, but I'm sure you have nothing to worry about."

Azul's smile was shaking. "Oh! Oh, well yes. I can see that. Of course. But you know, you know...you really don't want to do that! YES! No. Because, you see, I have...ahm...personal things. Oh, yes! Personal things. GIRL things, in my bag here, things that you would know nothing, nothing, about. No, really. You have no idea. It would just be so awkward."

He didn't look like he was buying it. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "I just have to double-check; real quick." And he leaned over to grab her bag, when she jumped back screaming, "PIGEON MITES!!"

"Uhm. What?"

"Oh, the pigeon mites! I have such horrible pigeon mites! When pigeons land on your windowsill, sometimes they shake off the mites, and they get caught up in your clothes and things and they ITCH so bad! And you don't want to come near me or you might get them too, and they can be dangerous... because....THEY MAKE YOUR DOG'S EYES BLEED!!"

"I don't have a dog."

"Oh."

There was silence. He stared at her. She looked at the floor.

"Did I say dogs?" she squeaked. "I meant children. And old people. And people with diabetes. And those kids with Up's syndrome."

"You mean Down's Syndrome?"

"Oh. Yeah."

Again, silence.

"I still need to look in your bag."

And that moment Azul howled, "OH, BUGGER!" (what?) And tossed the bag behind her and started making out with the guy.

Now let's get this straight. Azul's like, fifteen. The guy had to be maybe sixteen, or seventeen, although not very attractive. I doubt whether he had ever made out with a girl in his life. And Azul is far from ugly.

So in the mean time, Raven was following the usual "Team Plan" and trying to find a way to rescue her. Except, you know, the idea of a twelve year old boy who still likes flushing barbie dolls down the toilet and is petrified of clowns is to pretend to help an old lady unload her groceries and then jump in her running car and drive it through the store window. Well, he meant to park it outside the window. But I haven't taught him to drive yet.

Which allowed Azul to duck the raining glass, the guy jumping back and swearing and an alarm going off and the car's headlights flashing and an old lady screaming from the parking lot.... But she wasted no time, jumping into the car, spitting furiously and yuck, yuck, yucking all the way to the passenger's seat.

She still made it out of there with her stupid tank top.

I think that's ridiculous. If we're going to break the law, we should do something really cool, like vandalize the Hollywood Sign. Or, you know. Something.

Well, anyway. We changed hotels. We changed cities, actually. Still on the run. Still can't go to the police. Still too scared to fall asleep at night.

I saw him (again) on a street corner. He didn't say anything; just sort of smiled and tilted his head. I lost him for a moment in the crowd, but when the people cleared he was gone. I might have seen him disappearing, but a guy barrelled through the crowd, knocking a lady aside and almost trampling my toe to pulp. "Hey, mister!" I hollered after him. He stopped; disgruntled. "You forgot your wallet." He pushed back through the crowd like a trout swimming upstream, tie billowing in the wake. I thought of the way he had shoved that lady away. I hope he thinks about it, too. When he finds his wallet empty.

I feel like we should worry more about our morals. We'll work on it. So much else to deal with right now.

{(Alright guys. Heads-up! This post is speial. None of us are great experts on computers...I just signed up for some free blog site and hoped that people would read this. Hoped that people would believe us.

You probably don't. But still...if you are reading this, please let us know. Please comment. You don't have to say anything just be like, "'" or "hi" or whatever. We don't know what to do, we don't know where to go from here. If you know of a place we could be safe for a while.... We just don't know. We're confused and freaked out and very, very, alone.

If you're there, please say something.

We need you.)}

Adriane/ Signing out. (bye!)