The Precious Jewel
by
Private Luckeye
    I decided to go for an evening stroll. I walked about three blocks when I felt it, the jewel was in my pocket. I was going to take it out of my pocket to look at it, but I was afraid that someone was near me, ready to turn me in to the police.  I just couldn’t stand it anymore, and I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at it. The shining light it gave off hypnotized me. I just kept staring. I heard it say to me before I lost consciousness “Don’t worry Alexia. I’ll find you and seek you out!”

    I woke up in the hospital room and saw the jewel in my backpack. Then I went home and my mom was furious.  I told her that it was no ordinary jewel that the police took away from me while I was unconscious - it was uncontrollable.

    The jewel should be kept somewhere special, but I didn’t know where. For whoever had it was doomed to death. I knew I had to do something about it, and put it somewhere, but where?

    It was cold and snowy when I went to school the next day. I was suspicious of everyone. Who could I trust?

    Maggie asked me if she could borrow my hat and boots to get hers in her car trunk. So I let her. Then, all of a sudden out of nowhere came a car driving so fast and straight toward Maggie. Then I yelled as loud as I could, “Maggie jump!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The car didn’t stop and I was lucky to get the license number. I ran over to Maggie. Luckily, after she went to the hospital we found out she only had a broken arm. The driver must have thought she was me.

    Then I went right to the police station to report what I saw. We found out that the crazy driver was Ian Ray, who had a long record of speeding tickets, and stealing jewels.  He was driving a stolen vehicle, so we didn’t know its license plate number.

    The police said, “Sorry ma’am, but we are not sure what to do.  The only thing we can do is wait for more reports about reckless driving.  Hopefully one of the many drivers that reported reckless driving saw the license plate number that is Ian Ray’s.”

    I thought to myself, "It could take days, weeks, months, or even years before I hear back from the police."  So I took matters into my own hands.  First, I went to the hospital and questioned the staff.  I asked them what Ian Ray was doing here.  One of the nurses said that he came to visit an old sick friend, Teresa Walkinha.

    Then, I said, “Does anyone know where he went afterward?”

    A doctor said, “I don’t, but I know who will.”

    I shouted, “WHO?!?!?!?!?!”  The doctor said, “ We could ask Teresa.”  "But," I said, “ Teresa is not here, she must have been kidnapped by Ian.”

    Then, I went home and rested. I was in a deep sleep when I was awoken by the telephone. I answered, and I knew right away that it was the policeman I talked with earlier today. I was so excited that he called I could barely listen. But I knew I had to. He said that Ian had been in a car crash earlier, with Teresa held hostage. Luckily she was not hurt in the crash. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t wait to see her myself. Before he hung up, he reassured me that Ian would not be seeing or bothering anyone for a very long time, for he will be held in jail. I was pleased very with that. When I hung up, I went to the phone book to call Teresa.

The End