Erica and I had approached the mall around 1 o'clock in the afternoon. There was a lot of moisture in the air that day and it was quite foggy, there was also a slight breeze in the tress. As we both walked in there, well I wouldn't say walked, I would rather say me tugging on Erica's sleeve from having her run away into the mall that was filled with tons of people. I reached in my pocket to pull out a twenty dollar bill that my mother gave to me. I wanted to go and look through stores but I didn't want to bring Erica in with me. I didn't want people to see me with her.
"Erica. I'm going into a store you sit here on this bench and wait for me."
"Okay." She replied
Did she listen? No, the answer is no she did not listen. Right when I walked into the store she was right behind me! She won't listen for anything! Why must she be so defiant? I tried to tell her about five more times to stay put, but that didn't work out because if it did she wouldn't be following me everywhere. As I was looking around the store, she was being so noisy and loud. She was screaming my name every single minute! She has to be mental, she just had to! While I was cashing my things into the register, a man approached Erica and I.
He had a black combover that was glued together by gel and had a dark blue windbreaker on and a white shirt underneath with black pants. He was about an average height for a male and had round circle glasses that mad his eyes look bigger than the moon.
"Are you two Saras friends?" He asked without making eye contact with either one of us.
"Yep that's us!" I said with a smile on my face.
"Okay, well let's get going, my cars over on the other side of the mall. I have been looking for you guys for a while now."
His car was a white Toyota that had seven seats all together. It had all black tinted windows and the tires had baby blue rims. As Erica and I got in the back seats, I noticed something different about the car. It had a police gate, meaning the passenger and driver seat were separated from the back seats by a gate made out of metal. He must have been a cop and just have used the same car ever since his job. When he started driving I wanted to ask him about the police gate in his car. Should I ask him about it? What if it might be there because of a personal preference.
"Excuse me" I said the politest way I can.
He replied with a simple yes.
"If you don't mind me asking. Why is there a police gate in your car?"
"So you can't touch me and try to get out." He looked serious at first but then he laughed and said, "I'm only playing with you. It's there because I'm a cop and if I see anyone breaking the law and I'm not in my actual police car, then I just put them in the back there and take them down to jail."
"Oh that makes sense. Thank you."
It's been about 20 minutes ever since we got in the car and we are still in here. I have no idea where we are right now because I can't see through the windows. I asked Erica if she had any idea of where we were, she didn't know either. As we reached a stop, I got out of the car and my eyes saw a log cabin in the middle of the woods. It was almost 3 o'clock now. As I was looking at the view of the cabin and all the beautiful trees, I saw Erica at the corner of my eye. She was so pale like she had just seen a ghost. As I was about to ask her what was wrong she nodded her head with out making a sound, motioning me to look behind me. And at that second I was as pale as her and not because I saw a ghost, but because I saw a gun.
