New York Never Again

Joey was home in London starting his journey to the states to be more exact he was going to New York. His mom drove him to the airport. He had only been in a plane a few times before that, so he thought that flying is the most exciting way to travel. His mom kissed him goodbye, who he was not much into, like not many teenage boys are. The journey took a long time and he only enjoyed it at the start and the end. When the pilot landed everybody clapped, it's like a tradition everywhere. He walked out of the airplane and as he took the first step he sensed the whole American culture, the burgers and the fat men singing. He had been excited to go on this trip for months and now he is finally here. He went to the tax free shop, to buy candy, chocolate and cola. He took his back packages and his brown paper bag and walked out of the airport. Outside the airport a cab was waiting, his first step on his journey was to see the statue of liberty. He told the cab driver to drive to the statue of liberty, and so he did. The cab stopped. There the statue of Liberty was. But there was police all over the place, running around like there had been some terror warning. But it wasn't an obstacle; he could admire it just fine from there. Suddenly three big cops stormed against him, he didn't know what to do, so he just stood still and hoped it wasn't him they was going for. But three seconds later he was down on the ground, with his face smashed in the dirt. The three cops were talking: "year, it sure looks like him". He ended up at an old warehouse he sat in a room where the cops asked him loads of questions. He was arrested for planning a terror attack, just because he looked like the man the police had a drawing of. He was sitting in the interrogation room for hours, and he kept denying because he hadn’t done anything at all. He could call and text, but he was strictly monitored. Suddenly he was put in the back of new police car, and driven to a prison, where he was held. Back home his mom had got the messages, and she was getting ready to save her son, because she was worried. It took hours to go there but she made it, she found the prison with a bit help from a navigator. It took more hours just to get the police to realize that it was not him they were looking for, than it took to get to New York City. After a few talks, they put him out of the prison. They said sorry for the interruptions of his holyday. They gave him compensation money, and everyone was happy.