Tagged

Tagged (unedited)

" Dad what does 114 mean," I asked him after hearing over his intercom.
" Vandalism by a tagger. You ready to get a criminal," he sayed with a giant grin on his face.
" Yup yup!"

He started driving down the highway and before I knew it we were at my school.

" Stay here," he said being the over protective dad he is. I am 15 I can take care of myself. But being the goody goody I am, I stayed in the car.

Ten minutes later my dad came back with a boy around my age. As he came closer I realized it was the one and only, doosh bag of the school, Bryson Cortez.

Dad opened the door and shoved Bryson in the car. I was trying to hide face so he couldn't see me.

" Aspen," he said surprised. Well that didn't work.
" Wait you know who I am!"
" Ya, why wouldn't I?"
" Because your all cool, and... ya."
" Well Ms. Stereotype... I am not that bad."
" You were just tagging our school," I said rolling my green eyes.
" Okay true... you got me there," he said looking for something to revive himself with but he was all out of ideas.
*~*~*~*

We got to the police station and Bryson was seated at one of the chairs. I walked into dad's office with him and grabbed the file with all the crimes before he could get to it.

He grabbed a pen and whacked me on the forehead and stole it back.

I glared at him, wondering what was going on with the cities scum bags today.

"Ooooohhhhhh can I interrogate someone!," I asked with big eyes and a smile.
" No that's my job but I'll make you a deal."
" I'm listening..."
" You can look at the evidence for any clues on this case to try and help your friend from not going to juvy and I'll take you to Starbucks."
" Oh my god, yes," I say standing up and taking the file out of his desk drawer. " And he's not my friend!"
" Wait how did you know the file was in there?"
" Lucky guess," I smiled trying to look innocent but probably not pulling it off.
*~*~*~*

I sat at the table in the other empty room where everyone ( including me) calls it my little office.

I look at the evidence closely looking for anything. I look at the graffiti on the wall.

You all will die
Sweet dreams

Wait doesn't Bryson not dot his eyes?

I looked closer to the word die. It was clearly dotted.

I walked out to Bryson who was slouched in his chair acting like he was all that. " Let me see your language arts homework."
" I didn't do it," he said proudly. What an Idiot.
" Yes you did, you always do. Your crappy act of being all dumb and a bad ass doesn't fool me."

His facial expression was shocked. He shook his head most likely trying to clear his thoughts. He ripped open his back pack and grabbed out the piece of paper. I read down the words for I's. Every single one was not dotted.

Wait so if he doesn't dot his I's, and he's not clever enough to change his hand writing when tagging something... then he couldn't have tagged the wall.

Who was it and is their threat real or fake I wondered.

I'm really excited about this first chapter.

If you like it just comment and vote. If you want a second chapter by Sunday please tell me. Love you my hunny bunnies.

XOXO-Danii