ALICE THOUGHT THE FUN ENDED WHEN SHE WAS ARRESTED, but she was wrong. As usual, she thought as the officer locked her wrists in the familiar feel of the hand-cuffs.
“I’m not the one you're looking for sir, I promise it wasn’t me! It was him! I swear!” She complained.
“Alice, I’m sorry but we have no evidence it was him, but you, you were on the crime scene. You had all of the stolen riches in your locker. It sure seems to me that you did it.” The officer replied. She studied him for a moment. His eyes were a deep brown, his skin oak wood brown, his features were sharp but gentle in a way, his build was lean and long. His hair was in it’s usual greased back wave and you can see hints of a beard and mustache.
“Officer Blain, you don’t believe me?” Alice said with a bit of strain in her voice.
“Alice, the law comes first. I honestly don’t know, but I can’t take sides. I have to do my job.”
Perhaps I should explain what is going on. For you to understand, we will have to go the very beginning of the story.
By: Jo
Scene From: Short Story: Summer Circus
One guy smiled mischievously, and smirked.
“You think your going to be a spy? You”re just a pathetic excuse for a spy, just a little girl playing pretend.” He said. I started to get really angry. This kid was making me mad. I smiled sweetly.
“Oh really, could a little girl do, this?” I grabbed his arm and and judo flipped him. He groaned and laid on the ground unconscious. The other boy just looked at me in surprise. I stepped forward.
“What are you looking at? Do you want a piece of me too?” I asked angrily. He smiled cockily.
“I’ll take two.” I glared at him. Then he charged me and I just barely managed to dodge him, but he grabbed me by my collar and walked over to the edge. He dangled me over the edge and let go. I desperately grabbed onto anything I could get my hand on. I managed to grab on to the edge. I held on by my fingertips. I couldn’t fall off the building, I just couldn’t. I looked up at the boy. He smiled wickedly and stomped on my left fingers. I let go of the building with my left hand, I couldn’t feel my left fingers anymore. I hoped that he wouldn’t step on my right hand, but that was too much to hope for. He was trying to kill me, of course he would step on my right hand. And he did. My right fingers slipped and I tried desperately to grab hold again, but I couldn’t. I was falling through the air.
By: Marie
Scene From: Our Book: Y.S. Ping
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