” You are proven guilty!” shouted the judge with the curly white wig slamming down his hammer on his GIANT desk.
“What I’m only ten! It was only a nickel! Noooooooooo!” I cried as I was being dragged back by 2 strong guards. maybe I should start from the beginning.
It finally came that day when I decided to clean up my MESS of a room after my mom asked me to clean it up for the past 3 months. Well, I decided to start to organize my closet. Boy, I never knew it was this messy. i thought.
“Here is my purple shirt I was looking for in the third grade.” I said surprised.
Hours later I finished. the I moved on to my floor which made me think all the junk was lava and my bed was the volcano. I mostly found paper work I was suppose to turn in months or even years ago.
At 7:30 I finally finished. I threw away all of the trash. Then, I took a relaxing bubble bath.
“BANG! BANG!”
“Open up this is the police that check peoples trash!” shouted a mean voice.
” Rob you dufus! Go away!” I shouted as I threw my shoe at the door.
“What did you say?! You know we have guns! OPEN UP!” They shouted again.
” Uh, first, in case you haven’t noticed but I’m in the bath tub. And second, why are you even here?”
What will happen next?????
Will the kid hide under the bubbles? Will the police kick down the door? Where’s the mom???
I can’t wait for part 2. And I wonder who Rob is? Her brother maybe?
I always get nervous around the trash police. Not that I do anything like throw money away, but they still make me edgy.