“Since you slept in today, you had better
take your bike instead of walking to school,” your mom called as you walked out
the door.
“Ok mom,” you shout back, still mad at
yourself for oversleeping. You were up late working on your science project at
your friend Taniqua’s house last night, so late that you don’t even remember
how you got home.
You walk into the backyard to get your bike
out of the garage, but your bike isn’t there. Instead, you see a black Lamborghini
parked inside.
Wondering where on earth it could have come from, you try the
doors: they are unlocked.
You start to climb into the leather driver’s
seat, but freeze when you notice what looks like blood on the passenger’s side.
“What is going on?” you ask yourself, but you don’t have time to answer before
the garage door bursts open and five police officers swarm in, their guns drawn
and pointed right at you.
“Step out of the car and keep your hands
where we can see them,” one of the officers yells. “We are going to take you
downtown for questioning about this stolen car, and if we don’t like your
answers, we are going to arrest you… for murder!”
If you go to the police station and hope your lawyer can straighten
things out
If you hit the ignition button and try to escape from the police
