A/N: Here's a little one-shot that I wrote for school... It had to be a dialogue and have three literary devices, so I used personification, an oxymoron, and narration. See if you can find them ;)

Also, I made the narrator anonymous for school, but it's Max for this story :)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Suite Life, but I do own this story!

I sit alone at a table, but I am not alone in the room. An officer stands against the wall, watching me with a hard glare. The only light in the room is the bright lamp above my head. My attention is diverted from the light as the door opens. A short, yet built man enters the room and takes a seat in the chair opposite of me.

He smiles, but it is obviously fake.

"Good afternoon, Miss," he greets, that smile still plastered on his aging face.

"Hello," I say in return.

"Now, you do realize why you're here, don't you?" he questions while folding his hands and placing them on the table.

I nod, but don't speak.

"Care to tell me why," he offers.

"Not really," I reply, giving a small shrug.

He licks his lips before chuckling. "We have a stubborn personality, isn't that right?"

I scoff. "Listen, Captain Worthington, I'm not nine, so don't treat me like I am. I'm seventeen, and I would appreciate some respect."

He links several times. "Okay, then. Let's try this again. The sooner you tell me what happened, the sooner I will let you go. Seem fair?"

"Fine," I agree. I sure don't want to be here much longer so I might as well explain.

"Good, go ahead, Miss," he assures.

"I stopped by the store on the way home to pick up some sauce for my mom and -"

"What kind of sauce?" he interrupts.

"Marinara, but why is that important?" I ask. He shrugs, so I continue, "My mom was making spaghetti and we were out of sauce. Anyways, I didn't know what kind to get, so I got out my cell phone to call my mom."

I pause to see if he is still listening. "But, of course, my cell was dead. I picked up a random jar and headed toward the cashier."

"And that's when you heard shouting, correct?" the Captain asks as he scribbles notes on a piece of paper.

"Yes," I confirm. "A man wearing all black was screaming 'Give me the money and nobody gets hurt!' to the boy behind the register."

"What did you do next?"

"I slowly backed away onto another aisle. Luckily I wasn't seen."

"Did the robber have any weapons at all?"

I shake my head. "No, which is why I don't understand why the cashier was so frightened."

Captain Worthington writes more notes. "Did you try calling the police?"

"Yep, but of all times, my phone was dead. My cell phone often hates me. So, I crawled toward another aisle where a woman and her children were hiding, She had already called the police herself."

The Captain nods slowly and scratches the back of his neck. "And the suspect was gone by the time the police got there..."

"Great! So I can leave now!" I exclaim while standing.

"Not yet," he demands.

"What more could you need to know from me? I told you everything I saw!" I protest.

"You said he didn't have a weapon, right?"

I can feel my ears getting hot. What kind of police captain is this guy? He is an amateur expert, that's what! "Yes! I just told you!"

Captain Worthington leans back in his chair and sighs. "That's all you know? Nothing else that you could describe in specific detail?"

"No," I state. "Sorry."

"Fine, you're free to go," he says, standing up to leave. "Thanks for nothing."

My jaw falls open, as the silent officer gestures toward the door. I exit and walk to the closest Boston bus stop. As I sit on the bus, next to a stranger, I feel my stomach growl.

After all that useless questioning, all I want is some good spaghetti and a long nap.

A/N: That's it! Sorry if there are any mistakes. I'm typing this late.

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