Hello. this is going to be my story about the time I got arrested. It was quite a while ago. I think it was summertime. I was a gangly shy 12 year old that spent most of her time writing short stories. Stories about brave confident kids who were tormented by evil grownups but then would rebel back and win!!! I love stories like that. And I love seeing the evil grownups get what they deserve in the end. I wrote stories like that all the time. I had such kid pride. I will NEVER grow up and become a grownup. NEVER. They're always either the ones who are either lame or the ones being evil and tormenting people. I want to be the brave confident kid who goes on the adventure and wins. And just stay like that. My parents were always on my case. And Always giving me the business and it was awful. I wanted to rebel back but I wasn't sure how to do it. I kind of hate to admit this but I kind of have a history of running away from my problems. So just a few months previously I started running away and sort of going on an adventure each and every time. But this time will be one of the times that will always stand out to me the most. Because this was the time that I got arrested.
