axel

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Point of View: north 

[You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try

Gotta get up and try, and try, and try

You gotta get up and try, and try, and try

Gotta get up and try, and try, and try

Gotta get up and try, and try, and try

You gotta get up and try, and try, and try

Gotta get up and try, and try, and try.] {Try; Pink} 

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I have no idea what came over me. One minute I was using the bathroom (in the middle of church, I know, that's not distracting or anything) and the next I'm begging this girl I've met once to help me out.

She was crying too, for God's sake. 

I hook up my camera to my computer in my room. I have some insane technology, curtesy of some dead people. I download the video from the other night, the one we took of Noah in the rink, to the computer and pull it up.

I watch it through once, and watch her fall. From here, it looks like a jump where she spun three times. I guess I'll ask her tonight what that is. 

I'm still reeling with the information that I'm going to have to break in somewhere tonight. If that were to get out, it'd spread like wildfire in this town. Police officers' son breaking into the skating rink? Yeah, that'd be big news.

Once, when I was younger(like 5th grade or something), I stole a candy bar from a convenience store. I did it because at the time, my parents were constantly working and they were never home. I was constantly having to watch my siblings, and I barely ever got to see them.

So when my friends wanted a candy bar but we didn't have any money, that's what I did. 

And it was stupid, and I got caught, and my parents were realy disappointed. 

I told them I did it because I wanted attention, I wanted their attention. But I'm not really sure they've believed me. And since then I've been the perfect poster child for the police officers of this town.

I unplug the camera and delete the video off of it, since I have it on my computer now and I need the space.I stick it into my bag and zip it up. I'm taking it tonight, even though I'm not sure how much I'll get to video. 

I check my watch, it's 11:30. She said to meet at midnight at the rink. The problem is going to be getting out of the house. Both of my parents are home, so I have to think of a solid excuse for wanting to leave the house at midnight on a Sunday night.

I can't tell them I'm spending the night with Sam, because I'm not allowed to spend the night with people on school nights.  

I have no other good excuse for being out of the house this late.

Crap.

I poke around online for another fifteen minutes, trying to think of a good excuse. When it's 11:45 and I have nothing, I decide to just go downstairs and wing it.

I grab my camera bag and run downstairs. Sure enough, my parents are sitting on the couch watching TV. And sure enough when I put my hand on the doorknob to go outside, my mom pipes up, "Where do you think you're going?"

I crack my knuckles. My dad is looking at me with one eyebrow raised, and my mom has this look on her face like this is gonna be good. 

"Um," I point to my camera bag, "I have a project for school, and I just realized Sam has my other lens so I was gonna go get it from him."