That's when I realized where I was. The movie theatre. The same movie theatre where I saw "Trailer Brains" with my dad 4 years ago. Theatre #5. How did I get here. Why was I here. Was I framed? No, it couldn't be. Yes, it could. I was kidnapped. Somehow I knew exactly who it was. The guy who framed my dad. Again came the tears. The tears ran down my face like how you go to sleep. Slowly then all at once. The officer continued walking closer to me, lowering his gun at every step. I was sitting in a squishy chair. I lowered my arms down onto the chair. I dropped over, forgetting about the man. I stole a glance at him. His name tag read "Kyle". "I am sorry" I sobbed, "what did I do?" The man came closer, he was only a foot away now. I was trapped from any escape I could make. What would be the point. I was already locked inside my own misery. Locked. Kyle lifted me up and turned me around. He placed handcuffs over my wrists. The cold, unbreakable, handcuffs, felt like a shock. I always thought I would come to the same fate as my father. I just thought it would be when I was 50. "You are being arrested for the murder of Ellis Jones" he said. OMG.
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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.
