Crime Street
Miguel, Age 12, USA

It was a weird early summer morning. First, I woke up realizing that my room was as messy as a private landfill. Both of my husky dogs ran into my room and started licking my face and begged for food even though my mom had just fed them. As I looked outside my bedroom window, I noticed my mom screaming like she had just seen a ghost because a garter snake had just crawled past her. I knew I had to get up and start my day because I smelled really bad.

Suddenly, I heard multiple gunshots. BANG! BANG! BANG! I jumped back onto my bed, and rolled off it onto the floor so that the bed could shield me from spraying bullets. I had a strong feeling that I wasn’t going to go outside for a while. A tall man wearing a black ski mask was hiding in our trash dumpster behind our house. I saw him through my window and I also noticed that he had sky blue eyes. He was terrified; it looked like he had a bag in his hand. My mom immediately called 911. Five minutes later, I looked in front of my house and saw a whole bunch of cops in front of our door. Looked back to my window and the man’s eyes seemed to be saying, “I don’t know what to do?”

I heard police sirens screaming like scared little girls, “Drop the bag and put your hands up.” I ran back to my room and looked outside the window. He wasn’t there! So I ran back to the front yard and only the police were there. It was a burning hot day. I had a feeling that he was no longer in sight.

There was one police officer that caught my eye. It was a woman that had a gun in her hand and had black hair with brown eyes. She was wearing a uniform with a badge that said sheriff. Her eyes seemed to be saying “Where is this man at?”

“Mom, did you see all the cops around our house?” I said.

“Yes, yes I did,” she replied.

“When are they going to leave?” I said in a frightened way.

“Don’t worry. We are in good hands,” she said.

“But the man might be around our house, or… maybe in our house,” I said with tears in my face.

She hugged me and my brother and she said, “Don’t … worry”.

The robber was on the floor and a police officer was pointing a gun at his back. The sirens were off and the man was screaming. He was sitting down on in a scraped police car police car. I had a feeling we are not going to see him for a while.

A short man was asking questions to my mom. He had a helmet on and he had black eyes and he was wearing his uniform. His eyes seemed to be saying, “We are going to be in peace for a while.”

“Who was the first who found the man?” the officer said.

“It was my son,” she replied.

“He was in the back of the dumpster,” I said

“Farewell,” he said.

“Mom, is it over?” I said.

“Yes I think it is... for now”

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