PROLOGUE

"Hurry up!" The tall, brown haired boy growled from where he stood next to a wall. His arms were crossed, icy blue eyes narrowed to slits.

Ivy shivered as the freezing night air clung to her skin, like body armor. Her black her with silver streaks, due to the dare that Hollow had given her, was stuck to her cheeks. She and her comrades had run all the way from where their base was.

A low rumble signaled the arrival of the posh black car. Ivy's eyes widened; it was the most stunning and gorgeous car she'd ever seen!

"C'mon Hawk, you too, Ivy!" One of the windows rolled down to reveal the dark-headed Tiger Junior. Or just Tiger, because he took after his Grandfather, Tiger. But Tiger's way too busy for stealing cars.

Ivy trotted forwards and flung a car door open, sliding into the back seats. Hawk followed, and cast a glance at the seventeen-year-old girl.

In the front, at the wheel, was Breeze. He pushed his black hair back, and grinned into the mirror. Beside him was Tiger, who was cautiously checking the wing mirrors. (Sorry if that's wrong. I know chips about cars)

And then there was a sound from the boot of the car. Ivy exchanged a look with Hawk and turned in her seat to take a look. There, in the back, was Hollow. He was gulping down bottles of beer, and was very drunk. Then again, he was only fifteen, and was a lot less experienced at drinking then Hawk or Breeze, much to Ivy's disgust. She always tried her best to avoid drinking and alcohol.

"Seat-belts will be a clever idea!" Tiger called back to them. Ivy swiveled in her seat and stared at Hawk as he clipped his seat-belt. He looked up and, without waiting for her to speak, clipped Ivy's seat-belt for her.

"Step on it!" Hawk shouted and the car lurched forward. Ivy felt sick. She never liked cars, especially after a car accident she was in when she was younger. She even preferred motorbikes to cars. And that was saying a lot.

Another thing that made her sick; Breeze was driving. Breeze was well known for taking things a step too far. And she wasn't sure whether he even had a driver's license. Not that she did, for that matter.

The car swerved and crashed into trash cans, all while Breeze was grinning like a maniac. He is a maniac, so why am I surprised? Ivy wondered.

They swerved around another few bends, going at 80 mph. The speed limit here was 40 mph at most. And this was at night.

Ivy shuffled in her seat so that she could look in between the two front seats. Hawk didn't say anything, so she supposed it was alright for her to take a look.

She inhaled sharply. They were heading straight at a shop window. Ivy jerked backwards and breathed in and out, trying to calm her pounding heart. She closed her eyes and hummed a lullaby she knew, one that she had always used to calm herself.

Nothing happened. And then: pshhhh.

She opened her eyes, the breath leaving her lungs. Glass shattered all around them; it wasn't the glass of the car, but the shop's window.

Ivy risked a glance at Hawk. His face was expressionless, but then in one, quick motion, he had ripped the seat-belt off, and was kicking at his door.

"What are you doing?" Ivy whispered, confused and terrified. Hawk glared at her.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He snapped. "Trying to get out! Can't you hear the sirens? Hey, Breeze, Tiger, hurry up!"

Ivy strained. She could now hear the sirens, and they were getting closer. Her heart skipped a beat. They were going to be caught!

Hawk lunged forward and pulled Ivy's seat-belt off, and pushed the car door open. "Get out, now! Hurry up!"

On shaking legs, Ivy leaped out of the car, swiftly followed by Hawk. Tiger was already out and holding his hands to his forehead. Breeze got out last.

"What are we going to do?" Ivy asked, shaking uncontrollably.

Hawk turned and glanced at the Police cars, slowly making their way towards them. "We'll let them take us." He decided.

Breeze whipped around. "Are you mad?"

"Yes, I am." Hawk retorted. "I'll construct a plan whilst we're in jail, got it?"

Jail. The word seemed almost imaginary. She was going to prison.

The cops finally arrived and officers flowed from the cars. Hawk was cuffed first, followed by Breeze and then Ivy; Tiger was last.

The metal cuffs bit into Ivy's wrists, and she struggled to control her breathing. She was roughly pushed into a police car, and she held back tears. She didn't want to spend the rest of her life rotting in jail. She wanted to be free.

Maybe this is karma. Ivy thought. She thought back to the first time she did something incredibly wrong. It was the time she stole beer from a store for Birch, her father.

And then, when she joined Hawk and his gang. Maybe that sealed her future the moment she decided to join them and live her life recklessly.

She did some bad things.

It was only sweet time until it caught up to her.

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Thanks for reading! I developed this idea last night, and I just liked it. Please R&R for Ivy's awesomeness and then you'll get a cookie.

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*throws cookies in air* There you go, my friends!

Kisses,

- Nat xx