Snafu: a mistake or blunder
Ok, the first thing you need to known is I didn't steal anything. Except from Bill, but that's irrelevant. I did not steal from Walmart.
Yet I ended up in the squad car.
Yes, I was doing some mild vandalism, but is drawing mustaches on ketchup bottles really that incriminating? The world we live in these days...
"Our little thief here-"
"Not a thief!" I yelled to the cop. He rolled his eyes.
"That's what they all say, brat," he replied. I growled under my breathe. Someone days I wish slapping a cop wasn't illegal. And I wish that I wasn't in handcuffs but that's less often than the other.
"Anyway, the brat's gotta record, and she was in the area of where we lost the crook," the officer told the younger cop. The record part was for stealing from Bill, ditching class, and getting caught in a employ only area. Typical teenager stuff.
"So? She doesn't have the stolen jewelry on her, does she?" The younger cop said.
"Thank you!" I shouted to Nice Cop.
Bad Cop glared.
"Plus the thief had brown hair, not red," Nice Cop added. Bad Cop sputtered indignantly.
"It's easy to mistake the color! The thief was wearing a ball cap!"
Nice Cop glanced at me. "Miss, do you have on a hat?"
Oh, I like this guy. "No, officer, I don't."
"See? Maybe she was drawing on some condiments but that's not theft. You got the wrong person, Harriet," Nice Cop said.
"Harriet?" I snickered. Harriet scowled at both of us. He threw the keys to my handcuffs at Nice Cop and stomped off. Nice Cop smiled as he opened the cab door.
"Thanks for clearing me," I said, handing him the unlocked handcuffs. He stared at them confusedly.
"You got free?"
"Uh...I have experience with handcuffs." Nice Cop ran his fingers through his brown hair. I could tell he was still confused.
"So Harriet wasn't lying about your record?" He asked, putting the cuffs in his belt.
"Eh, mostly petty stuff. You know, skipping class, going where I'm not supposed to go," I replied, leaning casually on the car.
"Yea, my buddies in high school were like that," Nice Cop chuckled. "I still gotta fine you for vandalism, kid."
"Hey, I'm almost sixteen! And it was worth it." He laughed as he pulled out his notebook.
"What in the- Ellie! I sent you to get eggs and you end up arrested?"
Wincing, I turned to face Joel. He had his arms crossed and that look on his face that said I wasn't going playing many video games that month. Sarah stood behind him, rolling her eyes at me. She wouldn't have a partner to play Zombie Killer 4 with.
"Dad-"
"Don't you "Dad" me. This is the second time this month," Joel scolded. He sounded like a mother when he got like this. Sarah was silently giggling behind him.
"Joel, hear me out! I'm not getting arrested," I defended.
"It's true, sir. It was a mistaken identity," Nice Cop said. Joel looked from him to me.
"And who're you?"
"Officer Talon," Nice Cop responded. Talon; now that's a cool name.
Joel grunted in grudging agreement. "Fine."
I mentally cheered for Talon. That's twice he'd gotten me out of a tight spot today. Police officers have very useful authority.
The radio in the squad car babbled off a bunch of nonsense and Talon leaned in the window to answer. When he was done, he smiled sadly.
"Duty calls. No offense, miss, but I hope not to see you again anytime soon," Talon said. I grinned up at him.
"Thank you, sir," I told him. Sarah bobbed her head.
"Yea, I don't think Dad would bail her out again after the last time."
I elbowed her, blushing as Talon laughed. We saluted and he drove away.
Joel started towards the automated doors. Sarah exchanged a look with me.
"Um...where're you going?" I asked. Joel glanced back and gave us a "duh" look.
"We still gotta get eggs."
I shot up in my sleeping bag. Rubbing my eyes, I yawned. What a weird dream...
A/N: Haha, Joel sounds like a mom.
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