My mind was plagued with this cursed idea and I've finally put it into action. Typing up about five chapters before actually publishing this. Never thought I'd make an SS/OC/SS story...oh gosh. Alright, well, enough talking. Here's the first chapter for all you SS/SS lovers. :)

Chapter 1

Oh man, the adrenaline rush feels great. The pounding of your legs pumping, urging you to go faster, and the wind smacking you in the face. Yessiree.

But in this case, it's not as fun as it usually is. I mean, yeah, it's fun to run and all from someone, but this is most likely a life or death situation. Who knows.

Let's pause on that for a second and give us some time to introduce myself.

My name is Charlese Rae VanDyke, though VanDyke is not my official last name since, yeah, my parents were divorced, my mother died when I was born, and my father rejected me while I was in the nursery. But I was given his surname regardless.

I am of the age where I'm about to turn sixteen. Yes, I am a fifteen year old. A rebellious one at that.

Since I have no parents and the orphanage doesn't give a damn about who you are or what you do, I dropped out of school. Right when tenth grade started. Why? Because I had the worst grades, the stress built up. I skipped days of school, which affected everything. And nobody liked me.

I was the speck of dust on the polished antique cupboard that no one wanted to be there.

There are a bunch of other reasons I can list, but that is not my goal. I dropped out of high school. That's that.

Then the head of the orphanage and the feeder school principal, or my former school principal, came to me and whined how I need this to start up my life, have someone adopt me, get a well paying job, etc., I said no.

I didn't want that. I didn't want any of this. I didn't ask for it all to happen or to be planned. I said, "I have no parents, and no one cares, I can do what I want and you can't change a damn thing about that."

Days later, they were "secretly" planning on sending me to a boarding school for girls, so I ran. I ran, and ran, and ran from the stupid orphanage. It was late at night, so I had a great advantage. Stashing the very few possessions I had and some food from the formerly locked up kitchen, being smashed open by me, I zipped up my backpack and walked out the door. Just like that. It's too easy.

Except it wasn't.

Hence why I'm running. A police officer had found me and began to chase me, shouting for me to stop. Pff, as if. The orphanage must have reported that I've gone "missing," or they knew I ran away.

Suppressing a wince, I run through a bush of thorns. I was walking through a mostly empty lot where it was nicely lit, not too dark, not too light, when a Mustang police cruiser comes into the lot and spots me. Sliding right past the two golden and silver cars that occupied the lot, I make a run for it. Sprinting my way from the police officer.

My baggy black pants rubbed against each other, creating a loud noise. My blacked out Converse didn't help either, stepping on fallen leaves and branches. The backpack on my shoulders jumped up and down with each sprint, my sprints were slow with the added weight. So much noise radiated off of me. But I couldn't help it. This was the adrenaline rush.

I made sure to wear dark clothes to make me blend in with the night, a grey t-shirt with a black cardigan, a black beanie containing my bleached-white hair that faded into a sky blue, to a royal blue to a black at the tips, right now all the hair was in a braid to keep its longness from flying everywhere. I had black cargo pants and Converse. I had earlier took out my nose pierced ring and left my eyebrow piercing and all my crazy ear piercings that covered the entire pinna and auricle on both ears alone.

See, I wasn't the brightest of people when it comes to clothing. As in, I wasn't very vivid or fashionable. But I guess you can say I'm not the brightest of people, meaning in general.

Speaking of, I'm out in a large clearing, more like a small field, I'm scanning the forest's line, looking for a small opening to run into. But I find none.

I'm trapped. I can't go back. I hear the officer nearing in. His heavy footsteps sound like an army acoming. Damn, he's so loud!

I turn my back for a split second for a once around the forest line to ensure there are no escapes. And in that span of a split second, I was tackled to the ground by the man. He swiftly threw my backpack off of me and pinned me to the ground on my stomach. He pulled my arms onto my back in a mostly painful manner.

My backpack was confiscated and placed on the ground elsewhere. I struggle under the grip of the officer. He has quite the iron grip.

Another fall of footsteps approaches, must be why the steps were so loud in the first place, because there was another one. The grass and dirt crunched under his feet.

"Dude, let her go," A masculine voice calls out, the weight left me and I was free from the iron grip.

I turned onto my back as fast as I can, looking up and ready for self defense. But what I found caught me off guard. These two weren't officers.

But were young adult twins.

January 31, 2016