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I run, down the path, through the pack of joggers, past the line of
trees and out into the open. I stood as still as a statue and just stared. The
man’s shouting brings me back from my trance and I turned to my right and ran
into a crowd. When I was still in the crowd I turned to two tall building and I
squeezed in between them it and hid next to a rubbish bin.
I can’t hear the man now; I must’ve lost him in the crowd.
After what felt like a lifetime, which actually was an hour, I climbed
out of my hiding spot and into the street once more.
There’s a lot less people than before so I try to find the police
station. Bingo. I never knew that the police station was so fancy. As the
double doors swing open with a bell, all eyes turn towards me. A gentleman with
a police badge strides up with a hollow smile.
“Hello Miss, what can I do for you?” He flashed a charming smile that I
had suspicions about.
I stood wearily in front of him, unsure whether to tell him or not. I
don’t think he would believe me, not one bit. I tell him anyway.
“Wow, incredible storytelling, it’ll probably win an award” He joked.
“You got on amazing memory, like it’s actually happened to you.”
“It’s true!” I wanted to shout “You don’t believe me,” I whispered.
“Heh, yea, I’m a really good story teller.” Tears form in my eyes but refuse to
drop. “I’m sorry to disturb your work.” I say in a weak voice.
As I exit the glamorous building, tears finally trickle down my cheeks.
I wander around thinking what to do when I bump into a man with a green
stripped suit.
“Watch it miss! Oh hey, what happened? If you’re crying then you should
talk to somebody.” He sympathised. “If you got nobody to talk to, then talk to
me! I’m detective Yang.” He flashed me a blinding smile.
He looked trusting but it wasn’t
enough. I wasn’t going to get fooled
again. Before I refused him, he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the nearest
cafe, plopped me down on a window seat and ordered a cappuccino. Maybe, I
actually, believed that he could help, or maybe it was the combination of that
smile, the atmosphere and the cappuccino. Before I knew it, I told him my
entire story.
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