The Shootout

One bright morning in April, I got scrambled eggs for breakfast. I am used to get cheerios so that morning was very special. I hardly made it to the school before the bell rang. I went straight up to my class. When I got in to the class my teacher was telling the class that, the police will come down and asked us about something that happened last night. When the detective arrived, he asked about any of us have heard there was a shootout at school last night. I was the only one the class who said yes. I was afraid that it would have some effect on what the detective thought about me. I got home from school and I got up to my room. I saw something under my bed, it was a box. In the box there was a gun, not only a gun but only a gun but a gun that had been used. Soon after the detective from the school arrived. He went up to my room and saw me with the gun. He said that I should put the gun down on the ground and I did what he said. Later that day I was escorted to the police station because they needed to ask me about something. I answered all their questions and they look after fingerprints on the gun and the box, but they did only find my fingerprints. They asked me where I was between 18:30 and 19:00 and I answered that I was home with my mom. They asked about if there was anyone who could confirmed that, and I said my mom could that. We took the lift down. In the lift the detective asked me about if I was a gang member. I said no. We got home, and my mom confirmed that I was with her last night. The detective said that I was innocent, and I should get some rest, so I was ready for school tomorrow and I did. When I was laying in my bed I said to myself:” I´ll certainly never forget this experience”.