I hear the sound of siren in the school. My heart rate quickens. And my belly begins aching me. What if they take me, what If they can handle me? I look around noticing pairs of eyes focusing on my, the teacher stops teaching. His hand stops its quizzical movements. Then we hear footsteps and cheers around the school block. Like I am back in a movie where I am the sole target. I watch in regret as two hefty police officers man handle me. Their badges proudly pointed at my face.

As I step out of the school main entrance I let my eyes wonder though out the school,...