"Put your hands up and exit the vehicle,"
They're holding a gun.
We sit in the car.
They have no idea what we've done.
We're sitting ducks in a lake.
We're holding our breaths.
But the only breath I want to hold.
Is his.
He glances at me with his green eyes and red hair.
He's giving me the look that we should follow.
I gulp.
I am scared.
We've never been caught before.
