My vision is blurry as I slowly open my eyes. Time is no longer a problem. As my eyes start to clear out so do my ears. I hear the word "Freeze!" It was a police officer, he had brown shaggy hair and a gun. I was afraid. " I am looking for Bailey Saloon" he said. That's me. Uh-oh. What did I do? I kept quiet for all about 2 seconds. I then yelled "what did I do?!" "Who said that?" He asked. He was behind the door so he couldn't see me put my hands up. My vision finally went back to normal and I realized where I was. All I knew was that it wasn't the same place I was when I went to sleep. The police officer came around the door and saw me. He pointed his gun at my nose. He expected me disobey the laws of our city. He saw me as a criminal. The same question kept ringing in my head: where was I?
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Teen FictionAs I walked down the street my heels clicked up and down. I was on my way to meet my dad for the first time in 4 years. We would meet at a brand new restaurant. Let's just say I shouldn't have gone into that restaurant.
