Name: Phoenix Gender: Female It’s not easy being the daughter of a criminal. Sure, it’s publicity, but nobody WANTS you. Having your dad’s face on all the Wanted posters never made life easier. The others pointing in the hallways. The laughter. The fear that I’m going to be just like him. They say everyone is to blame for their own actions, but didn’t they cause this? It was THEM who messed me up. I planned on being ordinary until they told me who he was and what he had done. And after that? I was never the same. I listened to the voices telling me what to do. Not the creepy Disney movie head voices the audience yells at as though they can hear, but the voices of my peers telling me that being related to the worlds worst criminal is enough a reason to just give and be a criminal yourself. And I made the worst mistake of my life. It happened at the mall. An average farmers market, really, but everyone calls it a mall because it sounds cooler and “hipper”. Anyway, they told me to be like him. Which would be rude enough if not for the fact they meant it. I won’t lie. I’m reckless. Daring. Unpredictable. Not exactly trustable, deadly bloodlines or not. But this was a new low. They told me to steal. And I listened. I hardly felt my heart racing as I reached out. Before anything else, the apple was in my grasp. I could have paid for it and forgotten my criminal life. But I made a bad decision. I grabbed it and threw it in my pocket when the vendor had his back turned. “HEY! GET BACK HERE!” I knew they were coming. But I was too far gone to care. I was a rebel. I’m just like him, huh?
