Cop cars were lined down the street outside of my house. My mom was standing on the porch crying, I knew this wouldn't be good. Television news reporters ran up to us When we got to my house, cameras and microphones where in our faces. We pushed through them and went to the porch as a cop was followed us. Mom gave me a huge, long hug. When we let go the cop asked questions, one after another. "Where have you been? How old are you?" And I had a bruise on my forehead near my temple area, so I knew the next question. "How'd you get that bruise?" Yep. I was right. "Ok could you stop and let us talk for a few minutes, you'll understand everything!" Nathan said in a pissed off tone of voice. I could tell he was getting anxious.
