[ WP ] At birth , everyone is randomly assigned one law they can break for the rest of their life . You are given ... .. loitering .

My teachers certainly hated me. Loitering. I'd loiter in the halls and they could n't do anything about it. They would try to change it, `` no ditching class'' and `` stop disrupting others'' but I was n't disrupting others and I had a bathroom pass. My bathroom pass, however, became a semi-permanent pass because I had the right to loiter whenever and wherever I want. Of course, this led to the elder teachers pressuring my kind and generous history teacher to stop giving me the bathroom pass. I had to become quite the actor in order to continue. `` Please, Miss? I really got ta go!'' She'd get this concerned face, a little line of worry between her brows, then would watch as I danced, my legs pressed tight together and my feet making impatient little steps. Then I was gone. 
 
 I liked best to visit PE. I could see the girls in the locker room, if I wanted, but that was so close to voyeurism it felt uncomfortable, so I did n't. Plus, I was embarrassed. Would they like it? Would they think I was a pervert? So I went to PE about 10 minutes into the period and just watched. I'd be the only fan in the bleachers when they played softball. I'd cheer them on as they ran their mile. I felt like the greatest supporter of female athletics of my time. 
 
 After high school there was n't much use. I'd look for `` No Loitering'' signs and do my best to just... loiter... but most of the time no one noticed and no one asked why I was standing around. Tended to be that while I was minding my one law for breakage, others were officially breaking that same law and we all got bunched in together. I was never prosecuted, but people passing by would see me and think I was a dirty rule-bender. 
 
 It was outside my regular 7-11 that I first met Cash. Yeah, that's his actual name. He showed me once, on his ID, when he was also showing me his law -- larceny. Turns out he was a pretty good guy and his job was just like any other job. But I met him shortly after high school. I was doing my thing, trying to be conspicuous, trying to get others, anyone, to notice that I was living my law, when Cash pulled up to the parking lot in a stretch limo. He smiled at me and walked in to get a slurpee. When he came out, he asked to bum a smoke and I of course obliged. I did n't smoke back then, but I always carried around a smoke. The others, the law-breakers, always liked a cigarette and I liked to be able to provide it and make myself useful in some way. 
 
 Cash got to talking, and he invited me to ride with him. Said he was taking this couple to Alaska. Alaska? Wow. I'd never even left Texas. I liked the idea. Cash had been driving since Louisiana, when he picked up the car with his law. The couple were n't technically kidnapped, he said, because he kept stopping and telling them they could get out. For some reason, they never did. They must surely need to use the restroom, right? I knocked on the back windows and asked. The man, in a tuxedo, smiled and shook his head. He explained that he was hoping to get his one chance to pursue his law, suicide, while his date wanted to just watch ( her law was voyeurism and she was actually paid to accompany people when they used their laws of murder, suicide, and others -- I really did n't want details and she was pretty quiet most of the trip ). Shane had n't been ready yet when Cash took the car, and still was n't ready now. `` Maybe by Alaska,'' he said, winking at his companion. 
 
 Cash and I sat up front. Cash did the driving, except when he wanted to sleep. Then he'd turn the wheel over to me. Technically, at that point, I was breaking a law because it was a stolen limo, but no one complained. I felt alive, even more so than I did when I watched the volleyball competition in 5th period. Sometimes neither of us wanted to drive. The man in the tux, called Shane, did eventually have to use the restroom, so I'd park at some abandoned lot ( NO LOITERING ) and we'd hang out for an hour or two. Enough for Shane and Ms. Watcher ( who never said her real name ) to use the closest bush to do their business and for me to make use of my law. Cash got a big kick out of it. Still, no one ever came by in those times to see why a big limo was parked in such a place, nor why two unlikely people had teamed up to drive it across country. The four of us, were were all leading our laws, but not a soul outside our little party asked or cared what we were about. It was as if we lived in a world where laws did n't exist and any and all of us could do whatever we wanted. I felt free of my loitering lifestyle -- I did n't have to be that person anymore. I'm not sure what Cash thought. He mostly just smoked my cigarettes and complained about the president and his ex-wife. Finally, I felt seen. I was seen by Cash and Shane and Ms. Watcher. I had n't really been seen, except by frustrated old teachers, in all my life. I was finally living.
