“RUN!” Camy screamed at the top of her long as if her life depended on it. Her friends, Sam and Patrick‘s footsteps followed behind her as they ran out of the school premises and onto the street. Gasping for air, hands on their knees, the three of them hunched forward in a circle as Camy could be heard questioning, “Where do we go now? Where should we hide?”

No answer followed, only the struggled gasps of air could be heard.

“Guys! Hurry, stupid Mr Jack would be here any minute now with the cops!” A stressed out Camy Now spoke with more nervousness than tiredness.

As if to follow her cue and prove her right the school gates opening and guards running could be heard from a nearby distance. Quickly followed by police sirens nearby. In a short second, Camy could notice Sam and Patrick flushed cheeks had now gone pale and she grabbed them by the wrist and ran and ran. And kept running, all the way to 32nd Street, leading them directly into the garage of her house, not letting go or looking back even once. Sam open the garage door really quickly and Tip towed his way in defined the lights bitch well Camy and Patrick followed close by. As quiet as a mouse, they sneaked back into Cami’s bedroom and joined the rest of their sleepover party friends, quietly passing out with all the exhaustion from tonight.

”Tring-Tring…!” The alarm clock rang as early as seven in the morning for the kids to wake up and get ready for an eventful Sunday planned by their parents. Cami wiped the sand out of her eyes and search the room filled with sleeping bags, mattresses, blankets and pillows for her two best friends, Sam and Patrick. They caught each other’s eyes and flashed a huge grin.

“What are you guys smiling about?” Asked Carly who had noticed them. She was the smartest in the sharpest kid in class nobody could ever fool. Carly always happened to know the answer to every thing, you could say she was an annoying little know-it-all.

“Nothing Carly! Not everything involved you, ya know?” Snapped Patrick in an annoyed tone.

“Hey! Don’t be mean Patrick! Oh Carly… it’s nothing. We were just Spring about the big ice cream sundae we are going to sneak and have!” Sam blushed away and confessed to her of our conversation from a day ago. It was supposed to be a secret.

Rolling her eyes, she realised this doesn’t really interest her and started to get up to get ready. Suddenly she turned towards me and yelled, “Miss Rhodes, Cami Says she’s going to sneak a huge ice cream Sundae without asking you and also not even share it with any of us!” I have known Carly ever since we were in Kindergarten and up till last year, when we were in 3rd grade she was fine, but completely changed this year. So she knew exactly what triggered me and my family and she pulled her card just to annoy me, once again.

“That’s not very nice Cami, let’s all get an ice cream cup today! Who’s ready?” Mom screamed from the kitchen rushing to cook 15 children their breakfast. The doorbell rang and I could hear my Dad shuffling to reach the door while my mom struggled as a solo fighter in the kitchen.

I could hear two men enter the house and climb up the stairs to barge into the room, “You three! Please come with me!” Said one officer directly pointing and looking at us three. “Me? Why?” I asked looking at my dad for assurance, who was now scared to bits from the look on his face.

“Young lady, because we have camera footage of you breaking and vandalising school property late last night with your 2 friends here, tell me wasn’t that you? Your principal called us and couldn’t understand why you’d do such a thing. You weren’t even the ones being expelled apparently. Let’s go we’ll talk somewhere else.” He whispered although a little too loud for everyone in the small room to hear.

I quietly followed him with my head hanging below my shoulders like a murder felon. A crime is a crime isn’t it? We decided to vandalise the school because we thought we were unfairly being expelled. Great, to be a felon in 4th grade is quite a start to the school year and life, huh?