"Listen kid, you should get back to school. Otherwise, your guardian's going to be upset to hear what has transpired today.'
It's not fair that Detective Connor thinks he can boss me around. I'm just as much entitled to any corner or crevice of this town as him, and I'm fourteen and scrawny so unlike him I can actually fit in those spaces."
If any detective had a right to be at Station Square to investigate the random rampage some burglar committed last night then so did I.
Swinging his tail back and forth in a clockwise position, Detective Connor showed how relaxed he appeared, but inside I knew he was a wreck. "Mysterious Burglar" has been plastered all over this city and the police were getting sort of testy with how long it's taken 'Connor' to get a lead on the burglar's trail.
Station square had a good reputation two years ago with Mayor Justice in charge. Sadly , the old, nearsighted eagle wasn't re-elected due to his past as a petty thief. He hadn't thought a teenager would go dig up his crimes at the city hall records, but he was wrong. When Mr. Stove the chinchilla was chosen for the position he lacked all traits of a good leader. The crime rate rapidly went up and Mr. Stove hadn't cared or noticed as long as he had his rotating executive chair.
Detective Connor was called more often for assistance on crimes, when he isn't even the best suited for the job. It's common knowledge, that he has a degree in "criminology" and nothing else going for him. His continually-broken down car is in the shop, so he uses a BIKE to get to places that need investigations! For crying out loud, the stupid robber would be gone before he even got to the crime scene, yet, I, Vector the crocodile, am outlawed from taking photos with my camcorder. Mind you, I have my own transportation, my feet.
Maybe if the idiot would give me a chance on the case I could blow it wide open.
"Vector, you need to go to school and get an education, and not get in the way of 'big boy business.' " Detective Connor told me, his eyebrows lowering, as he sighed.
I felt like popping a vein who does he think I am? Some baby who needs a diaper changing or worse some rookie detective? I don't need school either way, because all I ever do is end up in detention, plus those dames in the cafeteria lunch line are total snobs, and to make matters worse my grades are in the sewers with the mutant ninja turtles! School isn't looking too bright to me right now, so I need the big guy to get off my case, so I can actually solve this one!
Connor grabbed me by the shoulder with a tight grip leading me to a police officer's car. "Make sure Sonny-boy gets to school probably,y" he called to one of the cops. I snorted. It figures I would have to ride in the police car with no air condition. I have never wanted to leave anywhere with a quickness like I do now.
Sitting in the back of a police car is no fun way to spend a Wednesday morning. I bethca' it's no tall tale to tell to your buddies in the hallway either. Once, we passed Emerald Avenue the death sentence named, "Mobian Academy" was before me. The car halted at a stop and I looked for the car door's lock. I was not planning on getting out.
Unfortunately, the officer opened the door before I could lock it; thus, kicking me out onto the Academy's doorsteps! I didn't bother looking for my backpack or text books since I don't bring any on purpose.
"Yo Vec, the heat got ya again?" Gerald cackled, like the hyena he was, walking from the school hallway
I shook my head walking toward the school, with no use in running away, I went to face eight hours of sheer boredom.
