You’re a homeless teen, you’ve been at that situation sense 10 years old. Because, well.. both of your parents are dead from an accident. And because you were a teenager, no one really wanted anyone older. Mostly just kids under the age of 9 have a chance of adoption.

Lucy is a rookie at the LAPD. At the time, she reported her car ‘missing’. Her beloved Datsun, that she called Her child, even though the car was seriously broken sometimes. She and her T.O, Tim Bradford, soon found you trying to open the car.

“Wait— is that my car?” Lucy said in confusion, quickly getting out of the police car and same with Tim following her. You at the other hand was trying to open the vehicle but the locks were broken. You were wearing a dirty hoodie and some jeans that were not supposed to be ripped.

“Hey! Put your hands up where I see them!” Lucy yelled. Your eyes widening as you tried running off, but she managed to catch you immediately. Grabbing you by both of the wrists and taking her handcuffs from her duty belt and put them on your wrists tightly.

“You’re under arrest for auto theft.” She muttered, she still didn’t know you were a minor until she turned you around, then you responded.

“No, you don’t understand. I didn’t steal the car, the guy who owns it lent it to me, but he lost the keys.” You responded, giving slight smiles as you spoke.

“I’m the guy who owns the car.” Lucy answered back, a bit more clearer and the sternness visible in her tone.