Stories

"HEY!" I turn around, almost dead from his loud voice. "YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!" I look at his badge. He's a FBI Agent. Please don't take me to the station, please, I think.  I start to run. I can feel the wind I'm running so fast. I turn around only to trip on a piece of wire about 10 inches thick. He grabs my arms, picks me up, and throws me down on my stomach, still holding my arms. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the state." My parents are going to kill me when they find out, I think.