`This can`t be happening to me` She thought. She was waiting in the detention centre for her turn. They wanted to interrogate her. She was dirty, tired and hacked. And a scurvy policeman was smiling at her. She wanted to run away. She wanted to go home.
It had all started that afternoon when she had been walking along Palm Street. The weather had been sunny and everything had been going great. The previous day it had been her graduation. Shehad been dreaming about her holiday when suddenly she heard four gunshots from the nearby Pub.
She saw some people running away and screaming. When she turned around she saw three boys with guns in their hands and masks on their faces. She started running away. She was sure that they saw her. She was terrified. Suddenly she slipped. And when she opened her eyes she was sitting at the police station.
`So tell us what you were doing in the Pub with the gun?` asked her the scurvy policeman. She was in shock. And she didn`t know what to say. `You don`t look like a murderer or burglar, so help yourself and you`d better start talking` he told her. She hoped that was only a bad dream.
