I Have Been Framed

• Macka Gleeson, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2015

Sirens whirled. Flashing lights flooded the area. Every direction I turned supported my negative attitude- I was trapped. It must have been a stunning sight, if you weren't the one they were after. I could almost feel the ground tremble as a few more tanks gathered around. Then an officer hopped out of his car, and slammed the door ferociously. He gave me the feeling that that was just his way of letting me know that I didn't stand a chance. "There's nowhere to go!" He boomed fiercely. "Put your hands up!" Although just looking at his bulky body sent a chill down my spine, I didn't obey his order. "Put your hands up!" It wasn't surprising when he managed to yell louder then last time. Other police officers mumbled to eachother, and by the look on their faces, even they feared him. I decided my only chance of escaping was to attempt something I would never dare to do, except on this rare occasion.

I reached into my back pocket, and took grip of my leathery revolver. As I pulled it out, every one of the 200 police officers did the exact same thing. But I meant no harm. "I didn't do it! Please, I'm innocent!" I was almost begging. Then, to their ultimate surprise, I dropped the gun. It was almost as if it glided through the air, like one of those seens in the movies, when the most unexpected thing happens. But then, as if it couldn't get any worse, the trigger was pulled by an un even rock, sending a pummelling bullet into the bulky man's leg.

He tried to show no pain, but after a while he just couldn't hold it in. The officer let out a mighty howl and a cry of pain. But no one went to help, they all tightened the circle around me. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do it!" I excalimed. "Just car in the car,"ordered another officer. As they dragged me away, I just had time to let out 4 more words. "I have been framed!"