Am i a criminal?!

Riding in a police car is a very weird feeling. It's like you are the biggest criminal in the world and you are finally going to jail. Wait am I going to jail?! I'm too young to go to jail. I still haven't gotten my degree, traveled the world, but before I could think of any more things I hadn't done we had arrived at the police station. I saw what looked like John's parents. They were dressed super fancy, his mom wearing a fur scarf and a long elegant dress and his dad wearing what looked like a suit. John ran up to his parents and hugged them. At this moment I wished my mom was here.

We had to get interrogated. I was excited by this bit because I have never done this before and this kinda stuff only happens in movies and books. I was first. The room I went into was very dark and had only one light in the center of the room where there was also a table. There was a cop sitting down in one of the chairs. I assumed I had to sit down in the other chair so I sat. The cop asked me my name, age, and who my parents were. Then he asked me what happened. I explained everything that happened and he listened carefully and wrote down things in his book. When I finished explaining he said I could go.

I left while at the same time John went in. There was a snack bar and I ran to it. I was starving. The food was delicious. Tiny cakes, mini cookies, and expensive orange juice. I expected John's parents provided all these luxurious items. I decided to walk back home because my purpose here was done. Surprisingly my house was nearby the police station so it was a short walk. When I reached home I lay down on my bed and just stared at the ceiling. Thoughts processing through my head. That day was a strange day but my life was going to get a whole lot stranger.