The last time everything fit in three duffles, Ted had finally convinced Clare to run away with him.
She was seventeen and would soon have to leave the orphanage. Life hadn’t been very fair to her, so maybe Ted was right, you have to take what you need, forcibly if the time comes. She drove the getaway car as Ted broke into the store and emptied the cash register. Several months with Ted, her moral compass all but lost, it was early one Sunday morning when he told her about this motorbike he’d seen in an open garage. They canvassed the place and Ted proudly slid a shiny revolver out from under his jacket. For the first time, Clare hesitated but as always, Ted managed to placate her fears.
Minutes later hearing the gunshot, she raced towards the garage. Ted was standing over a small figure lying motionless on the ground. It had all happened so fast, he’d insisted, he didn’t know it was a kid.
Clare fled and turned herself in to the nearest police station. She was taken to a juvenile detention facility. For the first time in months, she felt herself relax.
“…Next time you’re faced with a choice, do the right thing. It hurts everyone less in the long run.” – Wendelin Van Draanen
“Integrity is doing the right thing, even when no one is watching.” – C.S. Lewis