The Criminal

Ahhhhhhh, beautiful temperature. The place reminded me of Hawaii. The palm trees, the smell, the music at the corner, and definitely—the flowers. Phoebe and I were talking while getting some apples.

She always gave those pleasant eyes. She wore these jean shorts, and Chuckle…Well, not to be rude but he had no style—to be honest.

We were non-stop chatting until I heard a scream. That was the first time—of course I heard a scream. Then we all gasped because a girl was kneeling down.

She looked at her hands horrified. But we were more surprised because she had a big cut on her side. Then I saw a female dog, stealing an apple. Then she ran off with a knife in her back pocket! "Hey!" I shouted. I hastened to chase her.

"Villain!" they shouted to me. But I ignored them. This criminal is not escaping on my watch. The criminal looked back at me. "Screw you bear!" she shouted. She got a dart shooter and a GLOCK 19 shot all those darts at me. This girl is LOADED!

She went to the right while I followed her. But that wasn't a road. That was a place where they hung their clothes. The criminal jumped and slid on the strings—unlike me, who tripped and fell. I crashed and rolled. But I wasn't down. I saw her higher than me and I tried to follow her. I then saw a car. I jumped on it and got to the same level.

Smart, right? But not very smart. She shot her darts at me but I dodged and ducked. I climbed a tree. Now, I'm good at this because I did this a lot when I was little before my Dad died.

I swirled and twirled and twirled(x7) and then I flung and pounced on her. Unfortunately, every single time, we fell off a cliff. She clouted me in the face. We punched and clouted and clobbered each other. Then she got her dart gun and shot me in the chest. "AARGH!!!" I groaned. I clenched on her as hard as I could. Then, police cars and sheriff cars came. "Someone catch them!!" an officer shouted when he got out of the car.

But then me and her smashed onto one of the police cars. The car was dismantled. Glass flew out the cars.

Phoebe and Chuckle arrived on time on the scene. "Villain!" Chuckle shouted. I looked at them and then fainted.

245 MINUTES LATER

I was in the hospital room with some lady. Nice lady though. Her name was Rachel. When she was about to stitch my chest she said, "That was very risky of you to do that."

Well, perhaps maybe I had that same feeling that happened about a day ago. Then I always regret it. Why do I have such feelings to be the hero?! "Well, I couldn't just do nothing," I said. Rachel nodded. "Have you always wanted to be a hero or something?" she asked.

"Na, not really." I actually should've said no. Just no. "Hmm," she said. After my stitching, I was sent to meet that egregious brat. But, let me ask you a question. Did I get hurt a lot in this treacherous adventure?, or did I just get severe and grim injuries? You're probably saying 'it's the same thing.' Because, this adventure was treacherous and I did get severe injuries.

We arrived at the police station. Phoebe was really worried about me. Chuckle prayed. Such caring people(duh). "Hey, you okay?" Chuckle asked. "Yeah, just got some stitches." Phoebe looked at Chuckle with disgust. "Well, it's usual," I said.

I was about to pull up my sleeve but Chuckle and Phoebe shook their heads. Okay…

Five officers came to me. One with a bushy beard shook my hand. "Hello and thank you."

"Hello and you're always welcome."

"Oh great, I can meet you at home."

"No-no-no-no-no-no, I meant like you're always welcome—for thank you."

The officer nodded. "Come along."

That female dog was in the cell sitting and was saying random stuff about me, or something. I'm pretty sure of that. When the door opened, she looked up and her face crumbled more. She went close to the bars and shook them. "SCREW YOU!" she shouted in exasperation. She looked mad and sorry at the same time. ��I think you need to say sorry to this boy," the bushy beard said. I'm gonna call him Chief Nobody. "For what?" she asked.

"You hurt this boy and—"

"I've never done a single thing."

"Yes you have."

"No I haven't!"

"Yes you have!"

"No I did not!"

Chief Nobody went close, looked her in the eyes and said, "Where do you think this guy got his bruises from?" That lady stayed silent. We walked out the place. This place is creepy, I have to get home!

Only if we could just sneak in the emergency helicopter and take me home. I can probably tell the queen and they will take care of it. But how would I meet the queen? This has haunted me so much I couldn't sleep later that day.

Before we came out of the police station, I asked, "Who is she?" The officer looked and said, "That's Valentine—" He looked back. "—not much of a cute name for a criminal." Never knew someone could be named "Valentine." So much for a criminal.

I was tired and worried. There are many things happening. I never knew I couldn't stand being away from Mom. But, I couldn't do nothing. So, I went to Chuckle, and I told him. "Oh, okay," he said with a sad tone. I didn't know if he was depressed or if he was tired from flying. Because sometimes he complains about when someone needs help-not in a bad way. He gets airsick, but it's the only job that gives him good paychecks every three weeks.

I slept more peacefully and was excited. I planned out of how I can go to the queen and stop Jok Kenlin. I thought of sending a letter.

In the morning, I jumped out, dressed up and waited forever so we could go. It was almost time to leave—and we were using this plane with many (x3) windows. Only for some people and a nurse. Rachel was the nurse and she wanted to help. She also wanted to pass out snacks. Trust me, it will take about 39.5 hours until I reach home. We were about to take off. Chuckle raised the plane. "I'll miss you," Phoebe said. "It was great having the adventure with you." I nodded and was a little bit uncertain. Will I ever see her again? Would she be safe?