So last Saturday was just a normal day, ya know? I was at Sean's house, just chillin with Sean and Dave, playin in the streets. Sean, Dave, and I got into a little fight, no big deal though. Just a couple of shoves, nothing big. But these cops drove up and saw us. And well they freaked out. They yelled at us, said we shouldn't be fighting. They asked us where we lived. Sean pointed to his house. I didn't like these cops, so I told them I lived across the street and pointed to a random house. And of course, Dave said he lived in the flats. Well they took him, said they were going to drive him home and tell his mother that we were fighting. We figured out that they weren't cops. They were bad people. We told our dads that the cops took Dave. They were the ones that figured out that they weren't real cops. So they called the real cops. They asked us a bunch of questions about what the guys looked like and their car. Dave showed up four days later. He was fine. There was a huge party for him. I saw my teacher there. I wish the party was for me though, not for Dave.