Im leaving, forever. Currently, I'm sitting at the very top of a tree, hiding from everyone who decides to look for me. I'm sick of people faking.
Omg, I see a police car, no four police cars. They see me. I have no choice but to sit here and watch. No, they got the ladder and are climbing up. Omg, God help me. They are right here, I scream as the lift me. I fight with them, kicking. Still screaming, they carry me down to my mom, dad, sister, and friends. I am released.
I try to run away, but the police grasp me. I scream once more, louder. My voice is gone now. I can't talk. Help me.
I'm now wailing. No. No. No. The police picks me up, says something to my family and friends, and leads my away.