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I think he's after me...

"Dad! Drive! Just go!" I didn't really know what else to say.

My dad sped up and straight through the wooden gate. I ducked down incase he fired, which he did. The bullet shot just over my head. We stopped at the nearest police station, which was just a mile or two down the highway.

"Alright, sir. I will get one of the deputies for you to talk to." the lady at the desk said to my very panicked father.

"No you don't understand! He is at that gate still! With a gun! You have to send someone down there before it's too late! He could kill-" my dad spoke fast. Clenching his hand tighter, and tighter in a fist. His eyes dashed around the room. But, he was cut off.
"Sir, sir. I assure you we have this under control. Now please have a seat just over there and we I will be right back with a deputy."
We sat down. My father and mother holding hands, looking very anxious, while I checked my Twitter and Instagram. Up to 212 followers on Twitter and 560 on Instagram! Awesome.
Five minutes later a average sized man with shot black hair walks out of the back room and straight up to us.
"Hello, folks. I'm deputy Crasen. You can call me Bill. So, what seems to be the problem?"
My father spoke first, "We were coming through the toll booth hate when a man asking for our money pulled a gun on us."
Bill nodded and asked what we did at that point. My mother answers this time.
"We flew out of there. Breaking the gate. As the man fired at us."
"Okay. Well, I am going to the scene with a few friends to start investigating. You three stay here and try to give a description to our artist Jake." Bill gestured over to a room to the side when a man with dirty blond, scruffy hair, and a bit of a beard sat with pencils and erasers scattered around him.
We all agreed we would do our best to describe him. Walking to the room I thought something really weird, "What if he was after me?" Nahhh. That's ridiculous.
We walked into the room with this artist who's name was Jake. He tried to joke around but we were all pretty frightened. Too frightened. When Jake asked for someone to start off with the size and shape of his head my father stated,"Well, um, it was most definitly round."