"Day Howards, Stop right there!" A police man yelled.
But I kept running. I thought I could make it past the fence but I was wrong. I was tackled to the ground by two hulking cops. They put my arms behind my back roughly.
I looked across the street to where I saw my so called friends standed with a group of on lookers. They probablly didn't know what was going on with how high they were, but still I didn't say who really shot the guy a few houses down. He honestly didn't know who shot him as he was loaded into the EMS.
There was nothing I could really say, I mean I was the one holding the gun when the cops showed up. And I deffently wasn't going to say who did shoot the guy.
I was yanked up and shoved into a police car. I looked out the window at my friends, they all had glassy stares on there faces. I was so happy that I didn't do drugs. I honestly couldn't imagin myself like that.
I looked down at my lap not bothering to say anything as the cop speed off.
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My Days At Gooding Boarding School For Troubled Teens
Teen FictionDay has never been in trouble until one night someone draws a gun and shoots a man and then shoves the gun in Day's hands and takes off leaving her with it when the police arrive. She does what most people would do and drops the gun and books it. In...
