Chapter Seven
I climbed into the back of a normal looking car. It was a small dark red one. I didn’t know what it was called. I never paid much attention to cars.
“Aren’t you supposed to handcuff me or something?” I asked once both cops were inside and had shut their doors.
The man cop had climbed into the driver’s seat. And the woman was sitting in the passengar’s side. I was grateful there would be no major traffic at this time. I couldn’t imagine it being much fun considering the man cop’s temper.
The lady looked over her shoulder at me.
“Why would we do that?”
“Um..”
Because I’m a horrible criminal who deserves to rot in jail for a crime I don’t even know I committed. No duh. Didn’t everyone know that by now? Instead I said in a nervous, small voice:
“For what I did..”
“What did you do?” Her partner was watching me through the mirror as he pulled out of the school parking lot.
“I-I.. I don’t know.” They exchanged quick, confused glances.
“What do you mean; you don’t know what you did?”
“Well, I know I’m in trouble.”
“What makes you think that?”
“You’re arresting me… aren’t you?”
There was an awkward silence.
“Poor kid.” The male cop muttered shaking his head.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Chapter Six
“What are you doing? That is a student, not a football! You can’t just throw her around. That is Maria Vessey, the one you came to see! What on earth is wrong with you?”
The man cop instantly let go of me. His female partner sent him another glare. He opened his mouth to defend himself.
“Well, these kids were giving us a hard time. I didn’t know she was Maria Vessey!”
“She told you who she was.” Dillon snapped.
I sighed inwardly. What the heck was going on? First I was the criminal, now I was the victim? Nothing was making sense. This was like an algebra math problem, impossible to figure out.
The female cop smiled slightly.
“We had a little misunderstanding, that’s all. Now, we have work to do. So if we can take Miss Vessey with us now, we have some things we need to discuss with her.”
Miss Wilson nodded her head, but sent a disapproving glare at the man cop.
“They toss her around like a f***ing football and you’re going to let them take her?” Dillon demanded.
“We’re cops, boy. Let us do our job. Why don’t you go back to class so you can hopefully learn a thing or two about respect.”
Dillon grounded his teeth.
“They are cops, Dillon. We don’t have a choice..”
“Which we will be doing now. Sorry for the confusion, Miss Wilson. Have a good day.” The female cop said quickly, flashing another smile.
The male cop opened the office door. Dillon hugged me tightly. Miss Wilson bit her lip and smiled a small sad smile at me. The female cop touched my arm gently and gestured forward.
I walked through the office door. Within seconds the female cop and male cop were on either side of me. I felt like a toddler walking between to protective parents. I wonder if all criminals felt like this while they were being taken questioning then probably to be thrown into a jail cell.
I sighed. If they were going to let me rot in a jail cell for the rest of my life they would have to tell me why. Right? I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. What had I done?
The man cop instantly let go of me. His female partner sent him another glare. He opened his mouth to defend himself.
“Well, these kids were giving us a hard time. I didn’t know she was Maria Vessey!”
“She told you who she was.” Dillon snapped.
I sighed inwardly. What the heck was going on? First I was the criminal, now I was the victim? Nothing was making sense. This was like an algebra math problem, impossible to figure out.
The female cop smiled slightly.
“We had a little misunderstanding, that’s all. Now, we have work to do. So if we can take Miss Vessey with us now, we have some things we need to discuss with her.”
Miss Wilson nodded her head, but sent a disapproving glare at the man cop.
“They toss her around like a f***ing football and you’re going to let them take her?” Dillon demanded.
“We’re cops, boy. Let us do our job. Why don’t you go back to class so you can hopefully learn a thing or two about respect.”
Dillon grounded his teeth.
“They are cops, Dillon. We don’t have a choice..”
“Which we will be doing now. Sorry for the confusion, Miss Wilson. Have a good day.” The female cop said quickly, flashing another smile.
The male cop opened the office door. Dillon hugged me tightly. Miss Wilson bit her lip and smiled a small sad smile at me. The female cop touched my arm gently and gestured forward.
I walked through the office door. Within seconds the female cop and male cop were on either side of me. I felt like a toddler walking between to protective parents. I wonder if all criminals felt like this while they were being taken questioning then probably to be thrown into a jail cell.
I sighed. If they were going to let me rot in a jail cell for the rest of my life they would have to tell me why. Right? I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. What had I done?
Monday, March 2, 2009
Chapter Five
I opened my mouth to let her know I was right here. They were undercover cops. How could I not have thought of that before? They were dressed normally so students wouldn’t freak out and call the parents. Once parents heard cops were at the school they would demand to know why. A local news station would probably end up at our school. And who wants their kids to go to a school that is on the news? Nobody.
“Why do you want to know?” Dillon answered before I could.
“There are a few things that I need to discuss with her.” The lady answered smiling slightly.
“Like what?”
“Private things.” The woman said still managing to keep a smile.
“Does she know you?”
“Not yet.” She answered glancing up at her partner who seemed more annoyed than he was before.
“What kind of private things is she going to want to talk about with a stranger?”
“If you don’t want us to haul your @** to jail you’ll tell us where she is, boy.” The man had clearly lost his temper.
“Is that a threat?” Dillon asked raising an eyebrow, obviously not intimidated.
“No, it’s a fact.”
“Do you know where she is?” The lady asked, turning to me.
I looked at Dillon. He shook his head. I looked back at the lady. I was probably in enough trouble as it was. Did I really need to lie about who I was? Could that land me in jail? If I wasn’t going there because of whatever I had done in the first place.
The man pulled out his badge. He shoved it in Dillon’s face. Then he shoved it in my own.
“You kids need to cough up and tell us where she is before we go get the Principal to identify her and get both of ya’ll suspended.”
There was a few seconds of silence. I looked at Dillon and shrugged. He shook his head angrily. And I sighed.
“I’m Maria Vessey.”
The man raised his eyebrows.
“You better not be lying.”
“I’m not.”
He grabbed my arm and started pulling me forward proving his grip was as rough as his voice. The lady sent him a disapproving look but followed closely behind us. He tightened his grip around my arm. I winced. Dillon ground his teeth and followed after us as well. He sped up so he was walking beside me.
“Which way to the Principal office, boy?”
I really did not like this man. He was disrespectful, rough, and got annoyed way too easily. Dillon didn’t say anything. He led the way. On our way up the second flight of stairs the class bell rang. Symbolizing the first class was over. Thousands of kids were rushing past us and around us trying to get to their next class.
The man cop started cursing under his breath. Trying to weave in and out of the students made it harder to get to the Principal’s office especially considering the size of the man cop. My arm was really starting to burn. Once we did reach the door, the man cop yanked it open and shoved me forward.
He is really strong. And as I mentioned before I’m really small. I crashed onto the floor barely catching myself with my hands before my face slammed into the tile. He walked over and yanked me up. Miss Wilson had taken a break from sobbing and was now staring at us in horror.
“Why do you want to know?” Dillon answered before I could.
“There are a few things that I need to discuss with her.” The lady answered smiling slightly.
“Like what?”
“Private things.” The woman said still managing to keep a smile.
“Does she know you?”
“Not yet.” She answered glancing up at her partner who seemed more annoyed than he was before.
“What kind of private things is she going to want to talk about with a stranger?”
“If you don’t want us to haul your @** to jail you’ll tell us where she is, boy.” The man had clearly lost his temper.
“Is that a threat?” Dillon asked raising an eyebrow, obviously not intimidated.
“No, it’s a fact.”
“Do you know where she is?” The lady asked, turning to me.
I looked at Dillon. He shook his head. I looked back at the lady. I was probably in enough trouble as it was. Did I really need to lie about who I was? Could that land me in jail? If I wasn’t going there because of whatever I had done in the first place.
The man pulled out his badge. He shoved it in Dillon’s face. Then he shoved it in my own.
“You kids need to cough up and tell us where she is before we go get the Principal to identify her and get both of ya’ll suspended.”
There was a few seconds of silence. I looked at Dillon and shrugged. He shook his head angrily. And I sighed.
“I’m Maria Vessey.”
The man raised his eyebrows.
“You better not be lying.”
“I’m not.”
He grabbed my arm and started pulling me forward proving his grip was as rough as his voice. The lady sent him a disapproving look but followed closely behind us. He tightened his grip around my arm. I winced. Dillon ground his teeth and followed after us as well. He sped up so he was walking beside me.
“Which way to the Principal office, boy?”
I really did not like this man. He was disrespectful, rough, and got annoyed way too easily. Dillon didn’t say anything. He led the way. On our way up the second flight of stairs the class bell rang. Symbolizing the first class was over. Thousands of kids were rushing past us and around us trying to get to their next class.
The man cop started cursing under his breath. Trying to weave in and out of the students made it harder to get to the Principal’s office especially considering the size of the man cop. My arm was really starting to burn. Once we did reach the door, the man cop yanked it open and shoved me forward.
He is really strong. And as I mentioned before I’m really small. I crashed onto the floor barely catching myself with my hands before my face slammed into the tile. He walked over and yanked me up. Miss Wilson had taken a break from sobbing and was now staring at us in horror.
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