Finding a PrincessBy: Amy Richie
Seven Sisters Book One
Some people are born for great things. Each step they take leads them on that path and makes the next step clear. Their destiny puts a stiffness in their stride and pushes their shoulders back. For them, greatness is merely the next step in their destiny.
And then there's some people-who just aren't. Greatness found me one day on a dark highway; when I was lost and afraid. Then it decided to follow me home.”
The road stretched ahead black and unending, no hope glistening in the puddles that had gathered along the sides. The windshield wipers had stilled long ago, but no stars broke through the black sky. Not a single bright spot.
I sighed softly, craning my neck to watch the blackness roll by the window. “What are you looking for?” Cody asked nervously. Already, his fingernails were chewed off until the skin underneath was raw and broke open in places.
“Looking for the stars,” I replied wistfully but with a firm shake of my tight black curls. “I'm not looking at anything, just seeing if the rains going to stop. I hate the rain.”
“The rain stopped a while ago,” he snapped impatiently. I knew we were all tense; a raised eyebrow was all the response he got.
“I still think this is a bad idea,” Lana whined from the backseat.
“So we gathered,” her boyfriend, and the only one who wanted to include her, muttered.
“I just think we should go back.” I didn't bother turning around this time but I could almost see her blue eyes widening to take up half her baby doll face. My eyes made the familiar roll upwards.
“You know we can't Lana,” Shane continued to be her sole listener in a car of short tempers.
I closed my eyes tight, trying to tune her out. It was like nails on a chalk board though. I had already suggested we throw her on the side of the road miles back, but I was outvoted. I pressed my lips tight together, making my jaw ache but at least I wasn't making everyone miserable with my voice – like Lana.
“I can't believe this is happening,” she hiccuped.
What was there not to believe? We had just robbed seventeen gas stations – at gunpoint. The paper bags in the trunk were proof enough. There was no turning back. What could we say? “Oh sorry, my bad.”
Maybe, I mentally shrugged, but why chance it?
“Kalli, you could explain things – right?” The sound of my name brought me back to the car – still making its way out of the city.
“We're not turning around,” I mumbled.
She sat back in a huff, defeated for the moment. The five of us had grown up together, first meeting when we all landed in the same crappy foster home. The three amigos – Cody, Shane, and Luke; and their two damsels in distress. We had long since given up the game, but the friendship lasted through the years.
We all stuck together when it turned out that no one else wanted us. We always swore that one day we'd get the money to leave the city and see what the rest of the world had to offer. Armed robbery wasn't one of our better ideas.
“We'll have to stop soon,” Luke announced in his slow voice, “we're almost on E.”
I sucked in a quick breath, making a hissing sound. “Already?”
“Already,” he confirmed, taking his foot off the accelerator to make the next exit. We hadn't gone far enough yet, but I guess there wasn't much choice.
The exit took us to a small town where only one gas station still had lights on. Luke pulled into our only option and quickly killed the engine. “You paying?” he turned questioning eyes to me.
“Yeah,” I nodded quickly. My tongue was fast swelling up to fill my entire mouth, but we had agreed; if we needed to stop – only me and Luke would get out of the car. Luke was the only one capable of not panicking; and I was the best chance of us getting away without handcuffs.
I stepped out of the car fist, knowing my part and determined to pull this off without a hitch. Luke was right behind me; without looking at him I walked around to the back of the car. A soft click sent the trunk swinging upwards.
Dozens of paper bags stared up at me, accusing. “Don't act like a baby,” I muttered. “Just go.”
I could talk anyone into anything, even myself. I pulled open the nearest bag and took out several twenties, slipping them nervously into my front pocket. The jeans may have been frayed at the top, but they were the best ones I had. The trunk slammed shut with the noise of a cannon.