Runaway thief...

I snatched the papers from the one police man I hated. Steve was his name, and for some reason he picked on me. "Kaila your going to have to watch that attitude, if you want to avoid trouble" "Yeah something tells me that that's not gonna help much, I always end up running back in to it anyway, you should know that by now Steve" "Yes the amount of paper work under your name proves it, but you never know maybe this time you'll think before stealing" he said sarcasticly, copying my tone of voice. This was the 4th time I had been arrested since I turned 18, 8 months ago. So I can kind of understand his annoyance, but God I hated him!I walked out of my cell, and up the corridor, with him following me close behind.

I had been put in to prison for stealing 3 ladies purses, and a expensive ring from a jewellers. I had stolen more than this though, a Louis Vuton bag, some £400 shoes, and a bunch of pearls from an old collector. I never got caught those times, and I'll explain in a minute.

I had no friends now, and I didn't want any any-more. This made me appear very lonely, but I liked it that way. As I had always grown up just staying alone in my room, only leaving it to collect my food, or go to school. You must think what a horrible family you must have, if they just let you stay alone all the time, and never made any effort to see you. Well in a way that's true, and in another way it's not. I lived at a care home for kids, and had done since I was born. So yes I was always alone, and yes my real Mum, and Dad never made any effort to see me!

I had only recently turned 18 and had used every last penny of my savings to buy a flat, and a place in the nearby Collage/school. However my stealing habits to find money had crept back up after a good 10 years without them. Like always I only got caught when I involved someone else (why I never got caught on those other few occasions, and why now I didn't want any friends). On my own I was pretty lethal and could steal anything I liked without getting caught, but as soon as I told someone or they got me to tell them I was brought in by the fuzz. So now I had made it my mission to not tell anyone anything about my plans on stealing, as I knew no doubt I would need to pretty soon.

Having friends means you have to trust someone, and they have to trust you. Leading to telling secrets, and responsibilities I could do without. Plus I didn't want someone to rely in me, I couldn't face that kind of pressure, or have to feel bad again and spill the beans on my criminal plans! All I needed to worry about was me, and how I was going to survive. That may sound selfish, but I guess I was just that kind of person. Besides I had never grown up with other people who cared for me above themselves, and I had never felt the benefits of an un-selfish person. Yes I'm stubborn, selfish, sarcastic, and un-reliable, get used to it.

The care-home had provide me with a bit or money, so I could last until I got a job, but I knew no-one would employ me with a criminal record like mine. At least I was getting a fresh start at this new College, even though I was starting the my year, a whole month late, due to being in prison. Maybe then I could get some killer grades, making me the most attractive employee any business had ever seen, but I doubted that highly!

----Back to present time----

I walked out the station, after filling in a few more forms, and meeting my old care- worker Stacy at the front of the building. I tried to ignore her glaring eyes, that seemed to pierce through my skull, as if she was reading the insides of my brain, the closer I got to her. Her glare turned in to a frown as I approached her, rolling my eyes. "Dont roll your eyes at me Midnight", before you ask Kaila means Midnight in Dutch. "Whatever Stacy, remember I dont live at the care home any more so you cant control me". I could feel, and almost hear her gritting her teeth together as I said this. She had always hated me, and had the desperate need to control me, but with my personality she found that very difficult.

I slumped in the seat of the car as she drove me through the town and back to my flat. "Why do you keep stealing Midnight? It's not good, not good at all" I ignored her, and stared out the window silently. "Midnight talk to me, stop being so stubborn, and tell me why you keep stealing?, why, WHY?, WHY?" She raised her voice, but I had trained myself to block people out when they shouted at me, especially Stacy. "Fine if your not gonna talk to me, then you can get out now". She stopped the car, thinking I would apologise and start talking, but instead I got out and slammed the door. I smiled at her then started walking of, but she decided to be a difficult bitch and follow me. "Kaila come back in the car I wasn't being serious!". To be fair it was raining and I didn't fancy walking half an hour to get home, so I climbed back in. "Look I know we've never gotten on, but will you please try and stop stealing, it's going to ruin your life" "I was never given a life! Ever since my Mum and Dad dumped me at the care-home my 'life' was ripped away from me, so there-fore I have no life to ruin". She didn't say anything, just shook her head.

When we got to my flat I got out the car. Before I could slam the door, Stacy spoke. "Kaila you may not have started of with much of a life, I admit I didn't help you at the care-home all that much, but you have a fresh start at this college and you should make the most of it. Because you wont get another one, so please try not to get your-self in any trouble. I shouldn't say this, but.....if you have to steal, just dont get caught" She smiled, and I tried to muster a small smile back. "You know you should smile more often, you look really pretty when you do, well more pretty than usual". I hated complements, and quickly shut the door, still slightly smiling.

She drove of, and I made my way up the stairs to the apartment building. I stepped slowly up the stairs to the top floor, I would have taken the lift but it hasn't been working for around a month. Helena sat on her rocking chair outside her apartment, surrounded by cats. Helena was possibly the only person in the world I would tell something to, apart from my stealing habits. She always listened, and whatever you said to her she would be interested in it. She was 70,and had around 30 cats, living with her, but no husband. I prayed I would never turn out like that, although she was very nice. She smiled at me kindly, and winked as I laughed at all the cats surrounding her, god she was a real weird old lady.

I unlocked my front door, slammed it shut then locked it again, trying to keep out any nerves for the next day. My first day at college.

Notes

Hey
hope you all liked the first chapter
I know it was a bit long, and nothing much happened but bare with me
cos soon it will all go tits up and some serious action will kick off
and dont worry Harry and the other boys are in it
What do think will happen next?

Will Kaila ever get out of her stealing habbits?

And who awaits her at her new college?

Love you lots Ellie xxx