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V's POV
I sighed.
"V?" Daytona asked. "What's wrong." I sighed again and looked through the bars, a tragic look plastered on my face.
"What's wrong with V?" Jane asked.
"I dunno, she wont even look at me." Daytona replied. I sighed again. The police officer came over to see what was wrong.
"Hey you." He said, gesturing to me with his club. I turned my watering eyes on him. "What's your problem."?
"You see, it's my birthday today, and I'm not even going to get a cake." I sniffed. "Usually I wake up and get to spend the entire day with my friends and family and we eat my mom's homemade cake…" I sobbed.
"Oh, geeze. Umm, don't cry. DON'T CRY. I'll- I'll be right back." He said, going off somewhere. I continued to sniff dramatically while the others gave me what-the-heck looks. The police officer came back and handed me an apple.
"Here." He said. "It's no cake but its better then this mush." I smiled a watery smile and thanked him as sincerely as possible. He left the room, whistling cheerfully. Obviously he was feeling pretty good about himself right now.
"Haha, sucker!" I laughed. "Man, this guy is dumb." We took Iggy's pocketknife and divided up the apple.
"Wow." Samm said. "I can't believe that WORKED!" We were so ecstatic that we offered Iggy some and even gave a tiny piece to pigeon boy!
"There see!" The policeman said, coming back to see my smiling face. "Now you feel better, huh?"
"Defiantly." I said. He turned to Jane.
"Are you ready to use your one phone call yet?" he asked.
"No not yet, I think I'll save it for tomorrow…" Jane said, smiling so innocently that it terrified me…