I wake up in the morning to hear shouting coming from the street. When I dash over to the window, I see my friend, a 15-year old boy named Yun, getting dragged down the street by a man wearing all black.
Fearing for Yun, safety, I dash downstairs, pausing to grab my bat, in case I needed to fend off the attacker (because the guy wearing all black is dragging Yun down the street with what looks like a gun pressed to Yun's head) and my red flip phone to call the police.
It turns out the flip phone is useless in this situation because the guy dragging Yun down the street is a policeman, wearing a all-black uniform instead of the usual blue.
"You slutty girl!" the policeman shouts at Yun. "You tried to murder Yona!"
Note: Some people think Yun is a girl.
Yun didn't try to murder Yona! I think angrily. Yona is practically his sister!
I step out and confront the policeman. He glances up, surprised to see a long-haired blonde boy with a baseball bat standing in front of him.
"Why do you think Yun would try to murder Yona?" I challenge, lifting the baseball bat. Yun looks surprised to see me.
"Well," the policeman replies fiercely. "She and Yona share a room, and when I was searching it, I found a knife under this girl's pillow!" He sort of digs the gun into Yun's light brown hair.
"Yun told Zeno that the knife was for self-defense!" I retort back. "The knife isn't for murdering innocent people!"
The policeman raises his gun to shoot me, but a swiftly shot arrow drives it out of his hands, sending the weapon flying. A ways away on the street, the red-haired Yona stands there, holding her archery bow.
"Yun didn't try to kill me," she says coldly to the policeman. "Zeno is right."
The policeman says a few swift words of apology, and flees away from the angry Yona. Yun stands up, making sure the feathers in his hair are still there. "What a jerk," says Yun. "Now my feet are all scraped up."
"Oh!" Yona replies. "Here, borrow my slippers." She takes off her small blue slippers and gives them to Yun. He shoves them on and wobbles over to their house.
Then she turns to me. "Thanks Zeno," Yona says, tucking her short hair behind her ear. "Your talking lead me to Yun."
I nod in appreciation. Yona comes over to me, hold my small hands in her slender ones (I had put the baseball bat down already), stands on her tiptoes, and gives me a quick peck on the lips.
She then leaves, and I stand there, confused with my first kiss.