-Shey's POV until further notice-

Chapter 1- Dad's Busted

I trudge down the stairs at 11 in the morning, having just gotten out of bed, I head towards the kitchen for some breakfast. I grab a package of pop tarts and walk into the living room. I turn the tv on and start watching the 2 broke girls that I had recorded last night. I love this show, I think chuckling to myself. Max is my favorite character even though she's a little soft at times. I hear my dad pouring cups of coffee before he walks into the living room and sits next to me. He hands me a cup of coffee.

"thanks." I mutter. "the heist is today isn't it?" I say raising an eyebrow. He smiles and nods. We sit there for a few hours just watching tv, laughing, and sometimes talking. At 2 o'clock we both get up and walk to the pizza place down the street. We order a large cheese pizza and some mountain dew. When we're done we walk home and he starts getting ready. I wait in the kitchen as he loads stuff into his company's van.

"I'll be back by 9 o'clock tonight if everything goes well." my dad says as he opens the front door of our house. I nod picking up my car keys and following him. I lock the door behind me.

"I'll get the grocery shopping done and have your dinner in the microwave. I probably won't be awake when you get home, I have to work 5 to 2 tomorrow, so I might be sleeping by 9." I say to him. We both give each other a nod before he hops in his company's black van and I climb into my black and green mustang. I turn the music up until the neighbors can hear it and roll down all my windows before pulling

out of the drive way. I check the clock, we had watched tv all day and it was around 3:30 now. I drive down the street to the grocery store and find a parking space near the door. I'm too tired to walk anymore than I need to. I find a cart and push it through a few isles. I grab a tube of toothpaste and throw it in the cart without bothering to check what kind it is. I don't really care as long as I can brush my teeth later. I find a container of coffee and put it in the cart too. I hope there's good milk in the fridge, I'd hate to have to drink my coffee plain. I want to make cookies today. I start going through the baking isle until I find a bag of chocolate chips. Looking through packages of chicken I finally give up, pick a random one, and throw it in the cart. I get to the check out and the cashier girl gives me a stupid smile.

"how are you today?" she asks with her eyes glued to mine.

"fine" I mutter before grabbing my bags and walking out. I hate when people try to start stupid conversations. I put the bags in my car before hopping in and starting it up. The music continues to blast Nickleback as I head down the road. I pull up to my driveway and put my sunglasses on realizing how sunny it is today. I lug the bags inside and drop them on the kitchen floor. I put the chicken and chocolate chips in the fridge and leave everything else on the floor. Dragging my feet I go up the stairs to my bedroom. Laying on my bed I put my headphones in, turning on some classical music. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

I wake up to my cellphone ringing in my pocket. I look at the screen. It's 7:30 and reads 'Dad calling'. I sigh and answer it.

"hello?" I ask still groggy from my nap.

"hey shey, listen ok?" he says. Oh no, what happened? "things didn't go as planed. I got arrested." he says sounding sad. I sigh again, but heavier this time.

"I knew you shouldn't have tried robbing that bank. We have a lot of money, what's the point?" I ask.

"I like a little fun in my life, this isn't too fun now." he says just realizing his mistake. "you can handle yourself for a few months can't you?" I can't believe he called just to ask that. He knows I can take care of myself, I'm surprised he doesn't want me to bail him out. Then again he'll be fine, he's been in jail before. I run a hand through my hair and sit up.

"yeah I'll be fine." I say, even though I might have trouble paying the bills without my rich daddy around. Damn, I really don't want to work over time.

"I'll call when ever I can, ok?" he says still sounding nervous about letting me live by myself. He's never been in jail for more than a few weeks and when that happens I usually stay my cousins house. I can probably handle it though.

"ok, talk to you later dad." I say with a yawn.

"bye shey." and with that we hang up. I lay back down into my comfortable position under the blankets and lay on my stomach. I barry the side of my face in my pillow and try to fall back into my unconscious state. I lay here for what seams like an hour before finally getting up. I think about making my bed but brush it off.

"screw it, I'm taking a shower." I mutter and walk into the bathroom attached to my room. I turn on the hot water and drop all my clothes on the floor. I step into the hot water and let it wash over my tense body.

"what am I going to do?" I mutter putting my back against the wall. The bills for this house are at least 600 dollars a month plus 200 dollars for food and 200 dollars for gas. I only work 7 hours a day monday through friday getting paid 9 bucks an hour.

"I can't afford all this." I say with a sigh as I take some shampoo and rub it into my hair. I rinse it out and step out of the shower. I keep thinking about what I should do. I can't get another job or work too much over time, I'm tired already as it is. I put my hand up to my face as I realize what I have to do. I grab my phone and call the advertisement section of the news paper.

"I'd like to advertise space available." I say. I wait for the guy on the other end to get a pen before I start describing my house. "yes" I mutter. "uh huh" I sigh. "the roommate must be a girl, no exceptions." I say thinking about how bad it would be to live alone with a stupid guy here. "she will have to pay half of the bills but other than that I won't bother her." I say. I give him my number for the add before hanging up. I run a hand through my hair. "what did I just do?" I sigh as I walk out of the bathroom.