Walking around the chaotic neighborhood, until something caught my attention. My curious instinct was strong as my dark eyes kept looking at it. Walking closer to understand what happened in Mrs Shears backyard. As I approached, I suddenly realised it was going to be my worst nightmare. A pitchfork stabbing onto something. It was Wellington brutally murdered by a pitchfork. Who on earth would kill a dog? Staring at the dead poodle I wondered when it got murdered. I was thinking whether to pull out the pitchfork or just leave it. I pulled it out. Red metallic blood was covering almost the whole bottom of the pitchfork. Three holes were formed in his body. Millions of flies gathered and surrounded Wellington. Salty water started coming out of my eyes nonstop. His body was warm as the sun as my hand picked his heavy fluffy coat. The body fluid of Wellington started staining my hands. It felt like I lost a family member. I loved dogs, especially Wellington the poodle. Dogs are always faithful and obedient. I stared at him thinking about all the memories that me and Wellington made. At that moment, Mrs Shears came sprinting out of her house wearing a bathrobe, her toenails covered in beaming yellow. It looked like it was freshly painted. She screamed loud like she was on a roller coaster that was about to go down. Her hands touched her soft cheeks in horror. Eyes widened by the scene that’s happening.
“What on earth happened here?” Mrs Shears asked angrily.
Her bright yellow toenails seemed to be seen even from a distance. I paused, thinking what I wanted to say. I tried to say something, but I kept stuttering.
“Did you kill the dog?” Asking with her arms folded.
“No, I did not kill the dog.” I said while holding Wellington’s heavy body.
She looked at me. At that moment, she did a 180 degree turn. I pondered, why did she turn around all of the sudden? I watched her walk off and take her slippers off before going inside. Where is she going? Is she going to get something? I just stared at the opened doorway. 5 minutes had passed already, but she did not come back. I heard voices coming out. I got closer to the entrance. Still thinking of the intense yellowness of Mrs Shears toenails. She came outside and her mouth moved a little, like maybe she was smiling. I couldn’t really tell. Then, I heard some sounds. It was sirens. The sirens wouldn’t stop and it sounded like they were coming closer. Soon enough, a police car came to Mrs Shears’ backyard. Right after the police car parked in front of her house, a person with a dark blue uniform with a shiny badge on the left side of their chest came up to me. I didn’t know if he was mad. He talked softly, so maybe he was not. Mrs Shears and the policeman started talking. I couldn’t tell if they were angry or happy because they were speaking quietly, so I just waited. I was still heartbroken that Wellington died. Minutes later, the man looked at me. He said that he was a police officer. My face didn’t change. My eyes just looked at him without blinking. He started asking me questions.
“What is your name?” The curious police officer asked.
“I am Christopher.” I answered.
“How old are you?” Asking after I answered his question.
“I am 15 years old.” I responded while the cold breeze touched my arms. It gave me goosebumps.
I fidget my fingers a bit and start sweating. My breathing started to change. I took small breaths every second. I dropped to the ground putting my forehead down, contacting the cement. Then, I wrap my hands around my head. At that moment, the police officer grabbed my left hand really tight and pulled me fast like he was angry. I glared at him. Then, I punched his shoulder, making him almost fall to the ground. He gripped the fence’s sharp tip for support. He stared at me and then grabbed from his back. He quickly showed this handcuff and then he handcuffed me. I tried breaking through, but it secured my wrist tight. He started taking me to his car. It looked kinda cool. It felt like I was seeing a magic trick. As I was getting inside, my forehead made contact with the car door’s frame, but I didn’t care, I just went inside. The police officer got in and drove to a police station. I got bored while he was driving, so I started dangling my feet from up and down. We finally made it to the station. He started taking me to a jail cube with 2 chairs opposite from 1. I sat down with my wrist still handcuffed. The police officer started talking about things, but I didn’t listen. A couple of minutes later, he asked me whether I accidentally murdered the dog. I quickly said no, but then my dad yelled out and said to stop it. Suddenly it went silent inside the jail cube. Afterwards, my dad snatched my hand and dragged me to the car. I didn’t really understand why he was dragging me to the car, but I was happy that I wasn’t in that area. As my dad was driving, it was completely silent in the car. Until we reached home.
It was another day at school. Just typing noises going through my ears. After typing almost a whole essay, I decided to take a break. Looking outside the window and hearing the sound of birds chirping. A sudden noise was ringing louder and louder, it was the bell, signaling that period 6 was over. I grabbed my closed laptop and stood up, waiting for my teacher to dismiss us. Walking outside I headed to the music room to practise my piano. Shutting the door behind me, I sat down and smoothly played the piano keys with my fingers. Something came down. A piece of glass that came running down from the ceiling. Before I could think, everything was moving like it had gotten possessed. I got up to evacuate, but it was too late. Rubble started raining nonstop. I was wobbling like crazy then I fell, hitting my head. Trying to get up, shards of glass stabbed my left arm from my shoulders to wrist. It was bleeding nonstop. Petrified thinking I was going to die. An earthquake… It felt like it kept going on for 5-7 minutes. Finally it stopped. Relieved from the dreadful disaster. Still my whole left arm was injured by the shards of glass. I felt weak. I tried my best to get up while there was a bunch of ashes attacking my face. Afterwards, I got up. I was limping towards the exit to find my dad and sister. I grasped the doorknob with one hand. Twisted it and the sound of the creek went through my ears. As I opened it, smoke was scattered everywhere. My footsteps echoed as I stepped outside of the door. I screamed out “Dad? Sis?” The only thing that responded was silence. I ran towards the exit of my school passing through all the open hallways. The air was colder than the music room. Leaving school I twisted my head from left to right, searching for my dad and sister. There was a crowd in the streets filled with anxiety. I ran towards it and there they were. My dad and sister are lying partially covered in white sheets. I stopped for a moment. I was scared. Were they injured or worse? I hurried over and dropped to my knees.
