Wednesday the 1st April:
Today was so crazy. My dad was so fed up of staying home that he decided to go out. And I went with him. We got in the car and went to Lac. But on the way, there was the police and they told us to pull over. But my father didn't. At that moment I knew we were screwed. Within seconds, a dozen of police cars started to follow us, but my father, instead of just stopping, pressed the accelerator harder. We were officially on the run. Adrenaline started to run in my consuming hot veins. I opened the car roof's window and I took my upper body out and started screaming at the top of my lungs. Then I got shot and died.
Hey, did you look at the date? Yeah, April Fool !
I actually did nothing today.
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