Freak.

Three

Tears ran down my cheeks and I hid in the leaves of the trees in the forest near the school. A few police officers ran into the forest in attempt to pursue me. But failed. I looked out at the school. At the ambulances flashing lights. Danger, emergency, they called. I could see the stretcher. The body of Darren was covered signifying his death. I jumped from tree branch, to tree branch quietly, and swiftly, I was a squirrel in the trees. Every once and a while I would stop. Listen. The police searching like bloodhounds for me. They would wander to another place.
They all had different reactions. Two of them stood out at me. One feeling as if they are the predator, and one feeling is they feel as if they are the prey. The predator police seemed like they could hunt for me forever, they were not afraid. The prey police whipped out their handguns and tazers at anything, a squirrel running up a tree, a twig snapping. Their faces are the definition of fear. They know their place. They are the prey, I am the predator. And this is my woods.
I ran home. The only place I am known. No one lives with me. I am alone. No. Independent. I am independent. I heard pounding on the doors. The police. They busted down the doors in anger and scanned the area. I couldn't take out that many people. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen to protect myself, and quietly ran to my room. I locked the door and climbed out of my window. I climbed up onto my roof and into a tree. I returned back to my forest

By now I think you've figured out that I am awful at writing but it be ok. I have really short chapters for some reason and I might work on that. But I hope you like my story so far