Lucy Chen

Your life wasn't very great. It was bad actually. Straight up bad. Your parents are dead from overdosing on drugs; then you were taken in by relatives, but there was violence in your house, so you left them to live on the street. And now here you are, an 18 year old homeless kid and been a homeless kid for a year straight.

Well, no matter the case, you still went to school for some reason but whatever but it's a far walk so...you stole a car. An orange looking car, it sucks and it needs a major tune up but you stole it and fixed it all by yourself.

You drove to school in that thing, you slept in that thing, that car is basically your home and it's been your home for a day. But like I said, you stole it. And you didn't even know who owned it.

Another POV

Lucy Chen. A rookie cop at the age of 25 years old. A sweet and caring girl but also tough. But this tough girl recently lost her car and she's been looking all over for it. And she had all the ways to look for her car but for that day, she couldn't find it. But her T.O (training officer) Tim Bradford said it was time to head out. And other news, rent was getting tight on her and she needed a solution - maybe get a roommate. Maybe date will work it's magic somehow, she'll find out.

Lucy and Tim were in the shop (their cop car) on patrol with Tim driving the wheel. "My car got stolen today, and I've been looking all over for it and I couldn't find it."

Tim blew out some air, "Well, I'm sorry about that, Chen. But even as parts your car is worthless. I'm surprised it still ran. Let the hunk of junk go and focus on the end of your training." Bradford said which made Lucy furrow her eyebrows and fake gasp, "Do not speak ill of my baby."

They then got a call about a guy who wouldn't get out of a girls Uber vehicle so they handled that first. Once Lucy got the guy out of the car using her words, she quickly asked said woman if she saw her car and the woman knew where it is.

"There it is." Tim pointed out, seeing Lucy's orange cat parked by a curb and saw some inside the driver's seat through the back window, "Control, 7 Adam 19, occupied 10-8-5-1, Wilshire Normandy Station." Tim said into his radio as he parked the shop behind the car and both Lucy and Tim got out of the car.

And then to both Lucy and Tim's surprise, a person came out of the backseat of said car. Then stretched and yawned. Did they sleep in her car?

They both head out of their shop and confronted the person who slept in the car, or should I confronted softly since even though you stole her car. You were sleeping in it, at a young age too and Lucy wasn't the type of person that goes out all aggressive first and calm later. So while you were getting yourself together, grabbing some clothes from the trunk you hear. "Hey!"

You turned around and saw two police officers. A woman and a man. The girl shorter than the male officer, "You know, I've been looking everywhere for this car and it's mine. My car." Your eyes widened and a muttered a curse word under your breath and then asked if you were getting arrested. "You're under arrest for auto theft," Lucy said getting ready to put the cuffs on this kid, you, and you tried saying that you bought it off some guy but it was an obvious lie.

You gave some "advice" saying she should've locked it, "Yeah, well, it doesn't lock." It does now, that's what you said after you told her you fixed it and she looked inside and saw stuff—blankets, a pillow, food, water. "Wait, are you living in here? How old are you?" Lucy asked with a now concerned voice and when you answered, you were young enough to still be in highschool. A young person.

Meanwhile Tim was just watching this in the background, "Where are your parents?" Bradford asked you and you told them both that your parents are dead. Lucy muttered concerning words under her breath, then spoke up clearly. Sitting you down on a bench while Bradford checked the car for knives or anything that'll stick him.

"How long have you been on the street?"