Have you ever had detention on a Saturday? I have. Including today! I got in trouble for stealing my teacher's car and drove it into a ditch. My friends Conner and Ian were helping me. We're the "trouble makers" in our 8th grade class. "Guy's, I think I hear a teacher coming in!" Conner said. He's really worried because he's never done anything serious like destroying someone's car. "Relax," Ian said, "It's not like he's gonna' kill you". I really heard the teacher now. I'm not sure if he was talking to my dad or what but all I know is, they both sound really angry. "Hey, Dev! Go to the door and ease drop!" Ian sounded really excited and wanted to hear what they were saying. "Shh!" The last think I want is for me to get in more trouble. So I go ahead and tiptoe to the door. Either my teacher is very deaf of just plain stupid because I have very large and loud feet. But I poked my eye through the eye hole. It wasn't my dad... it was the police! "This isn't good guys!" I said. I'd rather not tell Conner or he'll freak! But he would've listen anyways. "WHAT?!!" Ian yelled. I quickly glanced at the door to see if they were coming in, thankfully they were still talking and didn't hear. "There is cops outside our door!" I whispered. I heard the steps more clearer now. Wait. It sounds like they're coming in. Just then the door smacked right into my face. Out stepped my math teacher: Mr. Wright. "Okay. Enough jokes. Where is Devon?" To get his attention I accidentally pushed the door right at the back of his head. I quickly ran for it after. My friends followed. Conner almost got caught, but Ian yelled "Look! Donuts for half price!" They turned around and Conner escaped. Ian looked at my face. It was beet red with a bit of blood. When we reached the end of the hallway, Our principal was guarding the door. "Well, well, well, look who we have here."
Now it was Conner's turn to return the favor. Thankfully, our principal was a guy or this wouldn't of hurt him. He was basically in a 90 degree angle, which gave us a chance to run right passed him. Ohh, great! Who do I see next? A couple of drunk 9th graders, that's what I see! "Hey!" One of them said. Do you want a beer?" The two of them came closer. I punched him in the face and we ran off the school property. Now the last place I want to go is straight back home, because my dad would scream at me, and that's the first place the cops would go looking for me. Same with all my other friends parent's. "Oh! I know where they will never find us!" Conner said. But he still kept on running. "Where?" Ian and I said in unison. "The graveyard of course!". So we just ran to Elizabeth street where the graveyard is. While we were running there, I got pushed down by a bully on Court Ave. "You drove a car off a cliff?" He sounded both angry and surprised. "Are you drunk?" I tried to get up as fast as I could, but he just pushed me down again. "C'mon, let us go!" Ian yelled. Just then a pack of 9th graders came in and grabbed Ian and Conner and started to beat them up. "The cops are getting closer!" Conner screamed. I kicked the bully right into his temple. I saw a pistol lying on the ground. I had no choice. All the other bullies were having too much fun. I won't let that happen. So I picked the gun up, and I shot the bullies head, to head. I still could hear the gun after we ran. I know I was going to be in more trouble than ever! But I had no choice. The cops were coming closer. I threw the gun down, Stepped over the dead bodies, and made a run for it. Except that Conner tripped over one. "This isn't good" I thought. "Oh, no! The police are going to take him" Ian said. There was no time to turn back. The police caught Conner, grabbed the gun and pointed it to his forehead. "Any last words Devon?"
The policeman was waiting impatiently, tempting to kill him. "We can't just stand here," Ian said. He was also impatient, but for running away. "Forget about it". I saw him run down to the end of the street."STOP!!!".Suddenly every thing stopped. From Ian running to Conner crying. "How is this possible" I thought. "I knew you would learn" I heard a voice say. I heard this voice before. In my dreams. Right! "Come closer!" I saw a ghost like figure appear. In seconds, I could see it clearer.
It was my grandpa. "Grandpa?" I said in shock. "What are you doing, you're going to get shot!" "Don't you understand, Devon?" I think my grandpa is trying to say something. "You can control time! When you said stop, well, go up to somebody!" So I went up to Conner. I punched him in the gut. He just stood there. "But... how... I mean, you knew?" I am both amazed, shocked, and confused all in one combo. "Do you know how I died? I died for you Devon." "Why?" I am getting mad that he died for me. "Because, your dad's side of the family is magical. He betrayed his power to have you." Great now I'm starting to hate my dad. "Go on to Lincoln Ave. and look for house number 918."
His Spirit started to fade away. "Nooo!" I said faintly. I wanted to ask him more questions. But I guess I'll start walking to that house. "Continue!" I yelled. Finally, Conner felt that punch I gave him and fell down, witch gave him an advantage to run away. Also when that happened, the policeman dropped his gun and it fired at his foot. His face acted like a catapult arm and fell straight to the ground.